—men who with their eloquence have won decisions for their college or their society, or
whose pens have influenced the thought and activities of the Student body.
But the best thing we ever did—the thing which gives us most pride and pleasure to
think about, we did as Freshmen. What was it? We elected Dr. Charles W. Peppier
our football coach. Every man in the class respects him, loves him, and delights to
call him friend. In the four years we have been associated with him, never has he missed
a football practice. His faithfulness, his never ending patience, his kindliness and gen¬
tility of conduct have done much to influence and shape our destinies. We cherish his
friendship.
To indulge a little in personalities, our class is a great and glorious galaxy of cosmo¬
politan worthies. In our midst sits one J. S. Jones, Jr., ex-mayor of Atlanta, rushing to
complete his college course that he may the sooner reassume his duties in his native vil¬
lage. Then there's Jim Reeve, noted in Cov for his police-force-demolishing activities,
and also notorious as a constructor of grandstands, etc. R. A. Henderson II, more
widely known as "Lovely," or "Sport," could not with justice be omitted from this list.
Fresh from the southernmost wilds of pristine South Florida, clad in his pajamas or
some other garment of clinging white material, he came with a hop, skip, and a jump to
enliven our way. Then W. L. Davis, author of innumerable anonymous epistolary
communications, of varying degrees of disreputability, also far-famed for his rare and
original musical interpretations on his well-beloved mandolin. And J. Elizabeth Askew,
best known as a racing promoter in his official capacity as president of the Piedmont
Driving Club—himself a runner of no mean note when pursued, as was his misfortune
on one occasion, by a gang of bloodthirsty under-classmen. But the list grows too
long. Suffice it to say that wonders of the most wondrous type are to be found in our
midst.
All in all, in our class are representatives of the truest types of college men. Scholars,
athletics, writers, sports—all have lent their strongest and best effort to their class;
and the result—a class record of which every member may be and ought to be justly
proud. But whatever feeling of lenty, or of pride, or perhaps of vainglory, which have
prompted in the writing of this history, seem to be suddenly dispelled. We realize
that the history of our class as a class working together for ourselves and for the college
is all made. Soon it will be a closed and sealed book. What has been a class life will
branch into thirty-five individual lives. Individual histories will commence with our
graduation. Shall our Class History become only a pleasant memory? No! let us
rather keep warm the thought of our class success that it may help and inspire each of
us to individual effort. What is ahead we know not and cannot guess, but what is
behind we know and love and will keep treasured within our minds. It is with moist
eyes and full hearts that we say: "Good-bye, Old Emory!"
Spessard Holland.
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