Winthrop University - Tatler Yearbook (Rock Hill, SC)

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I . l l l 1 There were other writers, too, grand, inspiring teachers, such as Miss Annie l E. Bonham and Miss Fannie C. lXIcCants. And lirst last and all the time shall Q 1 2 , our hearts go out in dearest love and esteem to hiin whose hand penned the l Q . . . . . - . . hrst lines and who is still writinff, for thc storf ot Wfintlirop IS not fet ended. 1 7 tp 3 - 3 Great treees from tiny acorns grow. .From the little acorn, the VVinthrop l Training School, whose kernel contained so sweet and stronv a life, has surnnv N .5 f 5 b- a great tree like unto the great world-ash, Yggdrasill. Its roots have gone i downward, reaching into the very heart soil of South Carolina. Its head has l 'N V a pushed upward towards bods Heaven. Its branches shall spread outward till ' the shadow with rotectino' love ever home in South Carolina. , Y s I M. LXI. l 2 5 Same girls rushing , c I In the same old way, it Same old faces Day by day: I Same old eating, Same tables, too, l . i - n r ' he ' l s' ,p .c l , ,. Sante old teachers Nothino new Same old HOVVLIS In the same old rous Qame old ribbon Same old bowsg Same old everything- 1 l Wfhat do we care? I lVinthrop's not bad, XVe're glad we're here. O. NV. l l il 2 I

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ing of the Board. From Boston Mr. Johnson had gone to the celebrated Bridgewater Normal to find a teacher for the new school. Miss Mary H. Leonard had been recommended, and he had driven out to see her. After talking to Miss Leonard, Mr. Johnson was convinced that he needed her services, and she on her part promised to give them should the visionary school materialize. It did, and very rapidly. The following fall saw some sixteen bright, intelligent young women of Columbia in a modest little brick chapel belonging to the Theological Seminary, reciting their first lesson to Miss Mary H. Leonard, Mr. Johnson looking on with proud delight, for his prophetic eye discerned clearly that this was the beginning of the end to which he looked forward. Those sixteen young women were having a hard time' of it. Blazing the way for others is never an easy task. So impressed were the superintendent and the teachers that upon this pioneer work depended the realization of the vision, that they never let up for one minute in their requirements of those first raw recruits. For the next few years that training school became in very truth what one of its members had facetiously dubbed it, a straining school : it was pressing onward towards its mark of higher callingf' and it attained it. VVitness its triumph in these very words, recorded in the Act of the Legislature, which touched with its wand, that little training school and turned it into the great Vtfinthrop Normal and Industrial College. et Y lt being understood that this Act is to effect an enlargement and continuation of the life of the Wfinthrop Training School for Teachers, it it if and is a recognition of the good work done by the school the past six years in training teachers for the common schools of the Statef, O, ye sixteen of blessed memory, not in vain did you weep tears of anguish over lesson-plans. Not in vain did you walk the market-place seeking brains of sheep, or cow, or hog, you cared not which, for you dared not go into the presence of Miss Mary H. Leonard to give a lesson on brains without brains. Not in vain did you stand meekly in that presence to receive the criticism on that lesson given with or without brains. Not in vain were you torn to pieces so that there was not enough of you left to keep company with your sad thoughts. Your lesson-plans have lived in thousands and tens of thousands of lesson- plans wrung from the reluctant students of the VVinthrop of today. Your object-lessons, with or without brains, have been duplicated times without number in the institution which your good work has made possible. Never forget that the Wfinthrop Normal and Industrial College, wonderful as it is, great as it is and ever should be, is but the sequel of the story that you have helped to write. the story that was begun on that hot summer day when Mr. johnson went forth in search of a teacher and found her in the cranberry patch. Students of the old Vtfinthrop, and students of the new Wfinthrop as well, never forget that we owe a debt of gratitude to that splendid, magnetic, enthusiastic teacher, Miss Mary H. Leonard, who wrote so well her part of the story that neither time nor eternity can ever efface the writing. 20

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Gxfremes YUUNG girl once to eolleffe went, -D Her head on ffgmlisliness was bent, ller tlays in nisiehief were all spent, Anil smgni tu mlzzluil she was sent. llei' reemwl nn the linok was hail, Sheal even llirteml with a laml, Su she was sent tn her mleai' l3afl. Ah, hut her fate was very sail! .'Xnotlie1' girl to college went, And she was of a sturelious bent, flier time was all in study spent. Tn the llllil'lllElI'y she was sent. She niacle the hearts of teachers glad, She was the pride uf her dear Dad, She left this wnrlfl, it was two haul. Ah, hut her fate was very sad! Nww, froin this please a warning' take: flbn many rules you must nut break, , s lint when yunr health tn' life's at stake,- lXlneh stncly is a great mistake. EL1zAR1g'1'1t K. li3ARRoN, '07 00 yy