Shepherd University - Cohongoroota Yearbook (Shepherdstown, WV)

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I-IARRY XYIIITIC Silence, when nothing need be said, is the eloquence of discretion. S'1'1'.x1c'l' CR1swIiI.I. -e XYl1t1t 11 line man hath your tailor made you. lf. I.. Y.x'l'l2sfee'tl11 rage deaf as the seal, hasty as href' SAM XVILLI XMSHN XYm'cls are like leaves, and where they must abound, much fruit of sense beneath iw 1'11relyfuunfi. -- - ' L1 .- bifi- , ,, . 4' fr-335 ' fl' f 20

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.IAN13 RINER-Nl care for nobody, no, not I, if nobody cares for me. GOLIJIE RoWI5i My mind to me an empire is, while grace affordeth health. s r Lm..x W1NTERs- As merry as the day is long GUY AVEYM Mirth admit me of thy crew. Gm' CRIGLERiulIl tracing the shade, I shall iind out the sun. Trust to me! DON C. IDOLLX'-'KKHC mouths a sentence as curs mouth a bone. JACK GAIN- I am not in the roll of common men. N, C. HARDIN- The Howering moments of the mind drop half their petals in our speech. JOHN C. HL7PPY FCGt like sunny gems on an English green. R. M. flOI,L.XDAY+UF63.fl6SS minds climb soonest into crowns. LEO M1LLER- There's mischief in this man. LEo SMITHi O, it is excellent to have a giant's strength. O. W. SNARR- And to his eye there was but one beloved face on earth, and that was shining on him PAUL THOMAS-t'Of all the arts, great music is the art to raise the soul above all earthly stormsf ' 35

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OUR SENIORS Seniors! Seniors! Seniors! How I wish I were a Senior! sadly murmurs the Freshie. I am nearing my Senior year! says the Soph.' and the junior gayly cries, Next year I'll be a Senior! It is the long-wished-for, long-worked-for state of College life. It is the happiest time of a college career for we have reached the goal that as Freshmen we looked forward to, and are now ready for our life's work. lYho has ever seen a grander or a nobler Senior Class than the Smith-Turner Class that graduates from the historic walls of Shepherd College this year? Every friend of old S. C. is interested in them and will want to know something about them, when they came, what they have done while here, and what they expect to do. It is only meet that one of their number, who knows them each and all, give an account of them and their work. I shall begin with R. M. Golladay, our illustrious class president. He is one of our old standbys, having been with us since the class first organized four years ago. He has often been called the Faculty's First Assistant and well does he deserve the title for he serves the Faculty well-when he is not Muse-ing. Naturally, next in order comes 0. XV. Snarr CHis name is not Oliver 'Wendellj for you very seldom see Mr. Galloday without Mr. Snarr . Mr. Snarr is perhaps the busiest of all the Seniors. He has the Picket to edit, his music lessons, Latin, Greek, and then, you know, there is Edith to look after. You ought to hear him make a noise when he can't find Edithewhy it would make a mouse ashamed of itself! Mary Armstrong is one of our brightest Seniors. She was never known to make below ninety, except in Geometry under Mr. Randal and that doesn't count. Mary is the kind of girl your mother wants you to be with, and I tell you if she hadn't gone to Harper's Ferry on a certain October day, six little Seniors might not have been Seniors. Mary's hobby is Impartiality toward students. Guy Crigler is the Vice-president of the Class of '12. He is one of those fellows that all the boys and girls, and even Miss Barnes, tell their troubles to. He knows everybody's business. The only big fault Guy has is that he has too many girls on the string-there are Edith, Ada, Ethel, Ruby, the Powhatan maid-and some more. 37