Presbyterian College - Pac Sac Yearbook (Clinton, SC)

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Dedication Imagination (Poem) Foreword Sophomore Class Alma Mater (Poem) History of Sophomore Class Historical Sketch The Freshman ' s Nightmare (Poem) The Faculty Freshman Class The Majesty of Night (Poem) Freshmen Senior Class L iterary Department Senior Class Poem Clubs Senior Class History Athletics Prophecy of Class of 14 Calendar junior Class Jokes Junior Class History Ads

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iFnrriunriJ. T A 7 E send this, the first volume of the PaC-SaC, on a mis- sion of love and hope and good cheer. It may have its inadequacies — it would not be a product of human endeavor if it did not — but as it represents our best efforts it should merit some degree of commendation. Our chief hope in the publication of this year-book, is that it shall signalize another step forward in the progress of our College. In picturing the manifold activities of our campus life, we feel that underneath our motives there is an inherent striving to realize more fully the abundant life; to incorpo- rate in this book those higher and nobler pulsations of feeling and sentiment which shall make us one with our fellows, both those who have gone before, and the long line who shall follow. May it be not only remembered as a milestone in the onward career of our Alma Mater, but may it be ever cherished by the Presbyterian College men of 1914 as a volume of mem- ories too sacred to be abused, too dear to be forgotten. Some, day when we have crossed the meridian or neared the sunset of life, we can open this little volume and be carried by the precious memories recorded there back to the days of our glorious youthful prime, when we sang together those familiar, rollicking songs, and revelled in the quips and cranks so dear to our young hearts. Take it, men of P. C, and cherish it, not merely for the little merit contained in its pages, but for the glory and beauty and grandeur of the larger things of the future towards which its purposes move.

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Alma Mater In a city small, but rarest, In a state that far is known, In a land that is the fairest, Alma Mater has her home. She is worthy of all honor That to her we gladly give, For she is the lavish donor Of the truths by which men live. She is faithful to her mission Of conducting all aright, For she never gives admission To a view that hides the light. Our ideals are much higher Since our guardian she has been, And our zeal is all on fire Just to show the world we ' re men. May her beacon light direct us Ever upward in the right. As she has equipped and armed us For the turmoil of the fight. In the future may God speed her On her mission brave and true. Cheers, boys, for our Alma Mater, For the Garnet and the Blue! G. L. D.