Presbyterian College - Pac Sac Yearbook (Clinton, SC)

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II I Pol. X Clinton, S. C., May 1912 No. 4 literary epartmmt -Ol. G. A. NICKLES and E. A. FULLER, Editors -,.i-... Qenior Qlllass ifaistnrp The history of our class, unlike Gaul, is divided into four parts, each part being a discourse on one of the years that we have served here. Four of our members can boast of having entered the Junior Prep Class and two of having entered the Senior Prep. There were 22 of us who entered P. C. as Freshmen in 1908. No, really we have not always been Seniors, as so many think!! Our first year was spent in rubbing oii' our greenness and in preparing ourselves for the work that was to follow. We all got through and there were 14 to return in 1909. Having become accustomed to the ways of the college we could look with joy and not dread to the Rat Reception. During this year we were represented in base ball and in the college glee club and orchestra. Our class has been decreasing and there were only 13 of us tn return in 1910. In April 1911 our hearts were saddened by the sudden death of one of our former class mates, T. Cleveland Thompson. We still respect his memory and mourn his loss. After the commencement exercises, we returned to our homes wondering if this really was our last vacation. This, our last year has been a successful one from many standpoints. Only our class can know our trials and tribula- tions, which have been manyg but our pleasures have counter-

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. .gg 5 HARRY KYTEDIAN SLIGH QSpecialJ s1zN1f:cA, s. C. He only speaks when spoken to. Harry's career at P. C. has been intermittent. but we are proud to have him with us at the end. He loves math. because he says absence makes the heart grow fonder. Entered college in 'UTS member of Philomathian Literary society. JOHN MILLS LEMMON, A. B. w1NNsBoRo, s. c. A purpose ever before his eyes. Lemmon was reared on the farm and is good natured. slow, modest and self-respecting. He suffers un- der the disadvantage of not appreciat- ing a joke, but his invariable good nature comes to the rescue. He's not been a-waisting his time at P. C. 'Ne will never be other than proud of this member of our class. Entered college in 'OTZ president Freshman class: secretary Junior classy member Philomathian Literary society: president lst term '11-'12g treasurer in '10-'llg president Y. M. C. A. 'lu-'llz president student body this year. Literary editorhof Collegiang rep- resented his society in the annual de- bate and helped win the cup.

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4 THE COLLEGIAN acted all our troubles and it is with sorrow that we leave our college and are separated from those with whom we have been associated. During the 4 years at P. C. we have given our time, energies and talents to the advancement and good of our college. And now as we are about to bid it farewell forever, we can make our lives such that our Alma Mater will never be ashamed to acknowledge us as her's. Historian. Q Q Q Zin 1920 Ever since I graduated in 1912, I have been teaching school --I have read Caesar till I no longer have to prepare each les- son with a Uteacheris edition . As everybody knows, there is nothing either interesting or exciting in the life of an old maid school teacher-the same things happen every day, only they are more so some days. Anyhow this is not going to be a history of my life-I'm just going to tell you the only exciting thing that has happened in eight long years. It was about a week ago. and I had had an unusually hard day. I was completely worn out and decided to take the short cut through the fields home. That morning I had gotten an invitation to the wedding of Will Fewell, one of my classmates. and a girl well known in Clinton society. This had turned my thoughts backwards and I wondered what had become of the other boys. Of course I had kept up with the girls. Liza had taught with me the first year and had been married the following summer. She had married a farmer, but I have never been able to imagine Liza cooking dinner for all the hands, and then exactly on the stroke of twelve, ringing the big farm hell for them to come in. Marjorie had been a stenographer for two years and then had married her employer, who had made love to her by dic- tation. While these thoughts were passing through my mind, and