Presbyterian College - Pac Sac Yearbook (Clinton, SC)

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6 THE COLLEGIAN an account of our success in this work for pretty fair write ups of the games and other important events were always given in the papers. The greatest time is the present, we have now arrived in the midst of the third chapter. We were Juniors. We lived up to the customs of Juniors. We assumed a more logical, dignified, mien. We made our most brilliant marks in Eco- nomics and Logic, although at times we would change our recitations into picnic concerts or what else we would decide to do-of our own accord. Our baseball player was still star- ring and at the height of fame. Their names will be record- ed in history as very noted men. At this time we were also producing some stars in Track. Having arrived at length at our Senior year, we have turned ourselves industriously to rounding out the college course. Some are studying who did not study much before, while others are turning their attention from books to men. W'hen we are out in life of anot'her sort our friends will have reason to believe that, just as we have been meeting our work better this year than ever before, so 1913 will meet its re- sponsibilities fully and squarely, and realize its motto Nihil Nisi Optimum , and come indeed to the front. And now let me say how glad I am that it falls not in the province of the present history to take in the approaching commencement season, when, though at the sight of the well- earned diplomas, we must sadly break the ties which have during four years of mutual enjoyment, fellowship and re- spect, bound us so closely together. May Fortune deal kindly with us, and especially grant that we may always remain in situation close together as in heart. Historian. Class Prophecy. I had gone through all the usual feelings, emotions and nerve racking circumstances that accompany the departing

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THE COL-LEGIAN 5 well as honor for their class in the class room, on the athletic field, in the literary secieties and in every branch of college life. Graduation and leaving college are always sad and-oh, how sad in our case! If we could only stay here a few days longer, in our capacity of shining examples to those less for- tunate mortals, the present su-b-seniors who are struggling, vainly thus far, to attain the heights so easily reached and kept by ourselves. They would keep us if they coul-d, but the world calls her greatest and we obey her call joyfully,- yet with a sigh of pity for those we needs must leave behind. Our Hrst year was almost entirely spent in rubbing off our greenness, and in getting equipped for our part in the great work that lay before us. As the days crept slowly along, we were gradually smoothed off and polished by the slow moving P. C. machine whose sole business is the -manufacture of men out of the raw material with which its feeder is replenished each fall. We were given the usual doses of Algebra and Geometry- only more so, not because it was at all necessary for us to re- view these subjects, but because they were scheduled for the first year. The professor soon recognized our mental superi- ority and entered us in Sop'h. Matlh. because we, unlike all cther classes, like notoriety and decided not to take the re- view course in Fresh. Math. But a few fell before the guns of Latin. We produced one star in baseball and from all evidences We should produce noted orators in the future. Our Sophomore year abounds with many great events. It was then that we laid aside our Freshman meekness and as- sumed a bold garb. As for pleasantries as- oh, well, every one knows what fun Sophs can extract from very little things, we did all these little things-only rather extensively. We do not remember what classes we were supposed to at- tend that year-one grows confused in trying to remember all the minor details of a four year 's course, full of real col- lege work. We shall from lack of space refrain from giving

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THE COLLEGIAN 7 graduate. At a late hour of the night I was speeding home- Ward. I too, with the other passengers became drowsy and dropped off into a barely unconscious sleep. It seemed that all the While I slept I dreamed. I thought I stood and looked into a beautiful garden, fill- ed with tender young rose bushes. And as I stood drinking in their inspiring beauty, I was struck with the manner of a man standing in the midst of the garden. He was tall and thin, with an air of profound learning. There were several la- dies and a few men here and there in the garden, carefully cultivating the tender plants. They all seemed to be going according to the direction of the central personage, and the roses seemed to wave and acknowledge him as master of the garden. I dreamed that I turned from the garden and en- tered into a large forest. Here I wandered among the big trees until I came across one different from all others in the forest, there being very few of its kind found anywhere. Somehow there was cast around it an air of solemnity, and as I gazed up into its branches I saw an interesting sight. Its branches were illed with a group of pious, wise-looking young owls. The attention of all seemed to be centered upon one perched, with an air of piety and dignity, upon a limb above the rest. They seemed to be giving attention to him, as if he were directing them how to take a fight into the great outside world. ' Then as I wandered on in the forest the next thing that attracted my attention was an army of large ants. Each one of them seemed to be so intent upon what he was doing that I stopped to watch them. They were all go- ing to and fro, very busy and heedless one of the other. I noticed that some moved with great vigor and life as they hurried on their Way, others lingered and moved about as if unable to take part and enjoy the hustle and bustle and strength of all the rest. Those that lingered, I noticed, soon dropped by the wayside an-d sought shelter or aid in one special apartment among their many houses. I saw them