Presbyterian College - Pac Sac Yearbook (Clinton, SC)

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THE COLLEGIAN. 3 The terrors of final examinations are almost here. The writer is glad that this sketch will not contain an account of those never-to-be-forgotten days. And then soon we shall be out in the wide, wide world to face the more serious tasks of life. May we ever look with greatest pleasure and pride upon the days spent at our Alma Mater. HISTORIAN. -ekeleeie To My Classmates My eyes were heavy, almost closed, My heart was heavy too 3 My heart was filled with sorrow deep, My eyes with sorrow's dew. The tears that filled my heavy eyes, Sought each a parted mate. I felt my heart heave heavy sighs, For I was only eight. The time had come, and we prepared To leave the old homesteadg An atmosphere of sadness dwelt, Like mist, about each head. And do you think it likely, I, A boy just eight years old, Could keep a pang of sorrow back And let home-love grow cold? The tears would come into my eyes, VVould trickle down my face, For home was dearer, far, to me Than all the rest of space. Yet home was just a common home, As most young boys have had, But now to leave my old homestead Had made me very sad.

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2 THE COLLEGIAN. A 1: : . Miss Frances Copeland, historian. This session it was the pleasure of the old boys to tease the timid Freshmen. By this time we knew something of college life and also of work. Messrs. S. P. and C. D. Fulton, two members of our class, were chosen representatives for the Inter-Collegiate Tennis Tournament, held in Columbia. An orchestra was formed at the beginning of this session. Messrs. G. W. Taylor, S. P. and C. D. Fulton were the members of the class musically in- clined. The number of classmen continues to decrease. There were only twelve of us when reached the rank of stately Juniors. The junior officers were: Mr. T. W. Simpson, president, Mr. H. W. Baker, historian, Miss Ruth Bailey, secretary, Miss Annie Blakely, poet. The prospects for a successful Junior year were bright. 1910 was ably represented in baseball, in tennis, in. the literary societies, in the orchestra, and in the glee club-in fact, in all the various college activities. Mr. T. W. Simpson was the one chosen to represent the college at the Interstate Oratorical Contest, Greenwood, S. C. Dur- ing the latter part of this session, our hearts were saddened by the resignation of our president, Dr. Adams. We all loved and admired him. At last that for which we had worked so long had arrived- the dignity and glory of being a Senior. Ten of us are safe Q ?j in the Senior class. We realize that we have not been as faith- ful in our work as we should have been, and that we have tried the patience of Dr. Bean. We ask the class of 1912 tc profit by our mistakes and rise to greater heights. Our interests in athletics, music, oratory, and literary work did not end with the Junior year, but is even more manifest this year. Messrs. S. P. and C. D. Fulton again were represen- tatives at the Inter-Collegiate Tennis Tournament held in Clinton, November 15-18. Mr. C. D. Fulton, the player in singles, succeeded in winning for P. C. one of the trophy cups. This is only one of the many pleasant incidents which occurred during the session. Another was on April 17, the Junior-Sen- ior banquet,

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THE COLLEGIAN. Although we left the old home for A place of richest joy, A house with wealth displayed was not A home for me, a boy. I thought it great for us to live In wealth, almost like lords, But when the day to leave had come, Home bound me as with cords. I Well remember how I felt, just fifteen years ago. That same sad feeling rests on me And makes my spirits low. I used to think 'twould be so grand To finish college life, And go and work out in the world ' 'With 'fun and pleasures rife. The great big world was, oh, so full Cf pleasures, as I thought, But now I see that it presents More problems to be wrought. I'm sad, now, just as when a boy, My college bridge is crossed, X And now the battles of this life Are to be won or lost. I now can see that college days Are happier, by far, Than all the days of youth or age, WVhich full of blessings are. To leave my Alma Mater brings A sigh into my breast, And now it grives me much to leave My mates and all the rest.