Queens University of Charlotte - Coronet / Edelweiss Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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Senior (Liass Hfutor It was a bright fall day of 190G that the members of our class first entered these T. C. walls. AVe were quite a goodly number then ; but as time has gone on, many have dropped out of their own accord, while others have been forced to give lip the journey, even when the end was in view. We came in the full dignity of our various high school graduations, feeling our importance no little, and flunking that we should soon l)e sighing for more worlds to concpier. Wc go away with full realization that there are worlds, many numbered, and that our mightiest efforts have c(mquered only a few of them. Tn many ways we ha e been a class (juite out of the ordinary. AVe liave already gone into Jiistory as the class that, thinking to preserve P. C. forestry, planted a tree, and tlierel )y caused a battle that P. C. will not soon forget. The cause of this battle was tlie general dissenting spirit between us Sophomores and our sister Juniors; the occasion was that the Juniors uprooted our innocent little tree; the result was that we got our rights, but not our tree, for, though the Juniors planted it again for us, it did not thrive in this climate and some kind hand gently removed it from P. V. But, nevertheless, we have a tree, for in May of our Junior year we liad a May Day celebration and our queen of the May presented us with a tree which we adopted and which we leave behind as our living witness. In our Junior year we presented the college with a song. When P. C. comes home victorious from basket ball siiiging Alma Mater, dear P. C, it is good to think that this song was written by a member of the Class of 1910. As well as originating for ourselves, we know a good thing when we see it, and such did we see in the Senioi ' class pin of 1909. We therefore made tliis p ' m ours and that of .succeeding P. C. seniors. The thing of whicli we are most proud and which we feel is of most benefit lo ourselves and otliers is our instituting, to a certain extent, self-government. We have had delightful social times. In our Sophomore year we entertained the Seniors at a ban(]uet. In our Junior year, we as Mr. Taft and his Cabinet, entertained our wives , the Seniors. This year we were guests at a banquet given ))y the Juniors. Concerning our intellectual attainments, it were best that you ask our teachers. In Church History we have worked hard and have looked up enough men for a snudl army. In Ethics, though we know that Doc ' r Dabney must think clearly, for we have been repeatedly told so, we lind it very hard to get the point. If you would but listen, we could entertain you with Latin odes, history themes and original sonatas. But with all this we can but come before the vast hill of knowledge with veiled faces and in awed humilit}-, repeat the lesson we learned in English, We know nothing. p. J. ' lO. 22

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MARGARET HILTON ERWIN Graduate In Expression i

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I5o t e Senior (Tla of 1910 I O, the path of knowledge is steep, steep, steep. And long, and stony, and hard; O, the Spring of Learning is deep, deep, deep, But save to the few ' tis barred. I sing to the class that has drunk so deep Tliat though hard-pressed, would ne ' er retreat, That at last has ascended the way so steep. That leads to Seniorhood. II O, the path at firet seemed fair and sweet. You started without any fears. The beginning and end seemed almost to meet; But between lay many a day and week, And many a vale of tears. Ill O, the way grew rugged and rough to the feet. There many a trial stood With many a temptation and many an entreat To return, but you groped through the shadows deep, For beyond lay Seniorhood. IV O, other things from your minds may sweep. Your knowledge of rules and of ancient seers; But you ' ve learned for the sorrows of othera to weep. And the lessons of life and of love you ' ll keep Through the coming years. V O, the path of knowledge is steep, steep, steep, And long, and stony and hard; O, the Spring of Le irning is deep, deep, deep! But save to the few ' tis barred. Tho ' hard be the trials and sorrows you meet In the path-way of life, may you scorn defeat. May your final victory be as sweet as your Seniorhood! B. M. B., ' 11. 23