Furman University - Bonhomie Yearbook (Greenville, SC)

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CONTENTS BOOK I FACULTY STAFF CLASSES BOOK II STUDENT ACTIVITIES BOOK III ATHLETICS BOOK IV SONG AND STORY

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Foreword T is tlie purpose of ;in college annual to portray as truly as possible the life of tile college from which it comes. As we view the material over which we have pored for the last few weeks, for which we have begged, and about which we have occasionally worried. there comes to our minds a passage from Browning: And then thou said'st a perfect bard was one Who chronicled the stages of all life.” In this sixteenth volume of the Bonhomie we have endeavored to chronicle the stages of all life at Furman University as we have seen them. It may be that we have not succeeded in picturing tin life here as truly or as forcefully as some have seen it. hut we have done our best, and as this annual goes to the press we view it as one big composite photograph of the four years spent at our dear Alma Mater. The last and most vivid image is that of the session of 191. -1916. It is our hope that in the coming years these pages may be the means of awakening or quickening the memories of those who are now our fellow students, if any of the days now so vital have faded in their minds or have been dimmed by other visions. May it also he the means of fostering those hopes, ambitions, and ideals which our best associations here have inspired. If this book may at anv time help a single man to live as all sons of old Furman ought to live, then our modest efforts will not have been in vain; our work will not have been fruitless. We wish to acknowledge the invaluable assistance of Mr. K. K. Stall. Mr. ( . W. Cox. Mr. K. M. Potent, dr., and Mr. A I.. Pickens. Mr. I.. Szaho has devoted his time unsparingly to the art work; while Mr. H. F. I.cague and Mr. T. ( Johnson have rendered valuable help in the literary department. To these gentlemen is due in no small degree this hook. W. F. Cox. Jh., Edilor-in-Chirf. H. H. Kino. Business Manager.

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A.lma Mater The Mountain City is her home A mountain river laves her feet, But from far coasts her children come. And crown her brow with flowers sweet; And 'neath her shade they rest secure. And drink from wisdom’s fountain pure. And rally, loyal sons and true, 'Round our dear Alma Mater. A ship of royal make is she. And brings her treasure from afar. Her truth it is that makes us free, And shines her beacon like a star. 1'was Furman’s hand that laid her keel. And Judson set her ribs of steel; The Fathers, prayerful for our weal, Launched our dear Alma Mater. A mother, gentle, fair and wise. And grave with weight of storied lore, She greets us with love’s radiant eyes. And chains our hearts forevermore. Old Furman; Grateful sons arc we. Our love, our lives we give to thee; We’ll keep faith’s vow to serve but thee. Our own dear Alma Mater.