William Carey College - Crusader / Pine Burr Yearbook (Hattiesburg, MS)

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Class History On a day so bright and sunny, After plodding, tired and dusty, From as many homes and hamlets Of various note and import, While the leaves were turning golden. Joyously there came a tripping And some voices, bright and happy. Floated in upon the breeze. Sic the seniors, some one shouted, Coming in two days before — They are seven, and no more. Ah ! distinctly we remember, It was in grand old September. We came in with all the others. And in vain we tried to learn them So that we might tide them over Those first days of gloom and sorrow. For those timid little maidens Shed more tears than could be counted. They are weeping now, no more. Soon we launched into our workshop. No more time for tears had we; But we tried to cheer our comrades. And ourselves, a tiny bit, Sometimes Seniors, though you doubt it, Long for home and mother, too. And those lessons, — they were furious ! How we studied, wrestled, fought, ' Twas a battle, nothing more. Presently our tasks grew lighter. Or our brains grew brighter, — one. TJhere was time for jokes and pranks. And sometimes a little lark. But the fact is — please don ' t Whisper to Mrs. Batson — None of us have greatly suffered From over-exercise of brain. At least not in connection with, or even In the direction of school-work, you know. Ask our little brown-eyed lassie What makes Ufe worth the living; Ask her if she knows the meaning Of those numerous pots of flowers And the countless other things That bring out those dimples plainly Makes her love ' most everybody; Makes her even love her music; Does it make her love Psychology? Whispers lassie, very low, Deliver me forevermore!

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. THE PINE BU Verna Oden, Philathy, Hattiesburg, Mississippi. B. A. Degree. Nothing succeeds like success. One year I. I. and C. Three years, M. W. C. Hermenian, ' 13, ' 14, ' IS; Town Club, ' 13, ' 14, ' 15; Proprietress of Senior Den, ' 15; Class Poet, ' 14, ' 15; Local Editor Pine Burr, ' 14, ' 15. Our one and only resident Senior. Never as happy as when she is in Sunday School or working at that class. Enjoyed Senior Privileges the whole year, — and then some ! Wonder what the future has in store for her? Judging by the past it will be interesting and not entirely neuter. Byword: When I was in Texas. Favorite occupation : Climbing up tlie hill. A Toast BV2 B ta Hf daaa of 19X5; iJ ers B to its future fantp; Witt; mtmtifes of 9lnry for puery broui, Anb pvuiae for jacty onp ' a nantF. CLASS POET

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. .THE PINE BURR Oh, the days of nineteen-f if teen ! They were full and running o ' er There were ball-games, lectures, meetings. Everything to make life pleasant. We ' most forgot our work was heavy. So much else had we to do. And at last we approached commencement. Just a few more weeks and days; Soon should come the days of parting; Soon our school-days would be o ' er. O ' er p ' raps, forevermore. Soon we seven will be severed; We will tread these halls no more. We ' ve been happy for a season; We have had our trials and troubles; Sometimes the load ' s seemed very heavy, But we ' ve tried to help each other, As together we have climbed. True, there ' ve been mistakes and blunders. But those silly little trifles Will be remembered never more. At the end of four long years, Are these sheepskins all we ' ve got? Shame upon the one who says it. Let him keep forever silent; We have treasures of far more value Than all the gold of the universe; We have experience greater, richer. Than could be bought for any price. Have we wisdom? At times we doubt it. For when so great problems come We know less than e ' er before. Are we ready for the conflict? Can we stand beside our captain? Almost we shudder at the sight ' Of the hosts of undertakings That we see before us spread; We are weak, the work is mighty. What ' s our motto? Win or die! Can we do it? Will we do it? With His help we ' ll win or die. Be our portion great or little. We ' ll be busy everymore! Farewell, comrades, teachers, Alma Mater, ' Spite of all our faults we love you. Though we ' ve been so very stupid We have learned one lesson well. As we trudge Life ' s thorny pathway, Won ' t you still claim us your own? There are lessons yet to learn. There are depths as yet unknown; If you ' ll love us, if you ' ll watch us, Life ' s great task will not be hard, We will falter nevermore. Class Historian.