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It has been accepted for inclusion in Clemson Chronicle by an authorized administrator of TigerPrints. For more information, please contact [email protected]. 'fft CLEMSON COLLEGE CHRONICLE VOL. 25 [i.e. 30] 1926/27 Lacks Nos. 1 and 3 and any after No. 5 ~ '^^^v30 (\^'^^.l^~1) ^ v2 Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2013 http://archive.org/details/clenisonchronicle19clem_25 5 VOLUME ^XV^. T^h^ DECEMBER NUMBER 2 I Ale: 1926 Gbronicle Edited by J. E. YOUiXGBLOOD THE STAFF tV. L. BAKER-J. KERSHAW—J. R. McTEER—G. C. DiiPRE— S. R. ALEXANDER .M. A. JONES—H. S. GAVLT—C. D. GREEN—M. D. CROOK—W. J. GOOGE M. H. WOODWARn—J. T. MINDY—J. C. GARRISON Faculty Advisor —PROF. J. D. LANK CONTENTS COVER DESIGN by Prof. Freer. A CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION—Story J. E. Youugbloocl 3 AT NIGHT—Poem W. L. Baker 5 THE TOLL OF THE SEA^Story L. .VI. White 6 AUTUMN MOONLIGHT—Poem ,.., W. L. Baker 10 YOUR FRIEND—Essay ...i __ L. G. Knobeloch...r 11 AWAY FROM THE WORLD—IN PRAYER—Essay I. B. Brant „ 11 CHRISTMAS MUSIC Poem 12 STARS—Poem W. L. Baker 1 a EXCHANGES _ H. S. Gaiilt 14 ONE VIEWPOINT—Essays 1 EDITORIALS IV TIGER CHEER S. R. Alexander 22 TERMS : Issued ninntlil.T, witli tlie cxccptictn of July, AuRust, and September. T\\'cnty-fivo cents a copy, two dollars per term. Entered at the Clemsoa College Post-Office as seCond-class matter. 18S5S9 ^i?^i^^?^^^^^i?^^ j'^^ '^j^ '^}^J- '^''l^'^':!/-^' i'^m i*r^ vs^ i^rm •^'r^ -^Ife. i^f^ <^r^^:*rm'^>i.j M AT THIS TIME WHEN CARE AND CONCERN IS GLADLY THROWN ASIDE, AND THE YULE- TIDE LOOMS INTO SIGHT WITH ITS STORE OF JOY AND MERRIMENT. ENTERS INTO THE SPIRIT OF THE OCCASION. MAY THE NEW YEAR BRING TO ALL A i THOUGHT OF LOFTY IDEALS, A REALIZATION OF PROMISES LONG DREAMED OF, AND THE INSPIRATION AND DETERMINATION TO MAKE LIFE MORE WORTH LIVING. ^ ^ ? ? % ^ %^ THE CHRONICLE THREE A CHRISTMAS CELEBRATION J. K. YOUNG BLOOD, '27 Again "Slick" Barnes had changed his opin- excitement he hoped on. He knew not where ion of that beguiling, treacherous element in she lived, not even her name, but smiling lips, life that is so flaunted and so idealistic —Love. soft blue eyes, and light, very light bobbed hair When he was yet young and untarnished by constantly remained in the pictures of his the undercurrent of his later developed crim- dreams. inal greed and curiosity, he had surrendered a An accident had caused the wretchedness promising career nobly and totally to a seem- on the part of this human failure. He had met ing angel in disguise. Teasingly, carelessly she her on a crowded train one night. He had sat by had tormented, experimented v^ith, and wreck- her and in this short two hours ride he had ed a true heart, much as a child would a deli- unknowingly by his silvery tones and fascinat- cate specimen of fine art. Deep down in ing reserve touched this girl of his dreams. Slick's very soul this trampling, crushing trage- No words of encouragement ever fell from her dy in his life had been enthroned, and had for lips, but soft eyes had become softer, and his years dominated his shameful career. No hard, sin-encountered heart had become soft- longer was it to any avail that he pronounced ened with them. Faintly, fearfully, he had himself a fool. Those days were long since sensed a feeling of his woeful unworthiness; gone. frightfully alarmed he realized that he would Slick was twenty-six, tall, black-haired, and consent to a different mode of living. But she expressionless. The sure signs of a corrupted must never know. At New Orleans his heart life were manifested in the lines of his face. thumped, fluttered, and fell. The journey had Only his slow-roving and piercing eyes, how- ended. ever, gave any indication of the blackness "May I assist you?" Barnes asked as passen- lurking in his soul. From his erect stature, gers were alighting. firm mouth, and statue-like face the world "Yes, thanks," was all she had said, but would never suspect that often, very often, he again those blue eyes softened and again he was a mere child, helplessly groping with the weakened. Unused to such heavenly delight, effects of alcohol in a half-hearted battle for this blackened, crafty victim of circumstances supremacy; nor could it visualize those same forgot to ask her name or place of lodging. eyes dreamily gazing at flaring headlines re- It was Christmas Eve. Slick Barnes had, to lating to some skillful theft which he had his own astonishment, pursued the straight himself cleverly planned and executed; nor and narrow path since that night's ride two would it ever know the contrast that would months before. Still those blue eyes showed have prevailed except for one little devilish from behind his hitherto habitual flask, and he maid of his youth. could not drink ; the touch of cards forced into And now once again that accursed phantom his mind the memories of very light hair, and had, like a sleeping lion, been aroused in this he could not gamble in his old care-free way; dangerous bosom of Slick Barnes Once again those lips of his dreams bade him to refrain he had been struck with the marvelous beauty forever from his clever thefts, and he could of a young woman. Instinctively his soul cried not plan his regular robberies. out to him for the almost divine blessing, the "Damn! Am I a sick child to refuse myself satisfaction of violently though tenderly press- at least a Christmas celebration? I'll show ing her to himself, and kissing those sweet you. Slick," he said. And he did. lips of hers with his own tainted ones until he Drunken beyond all consciousness, a figure has passed reposedly away into oblivion- He well staggered aimlessly along a lonely and desert- knew this to be impossible, yet with feverish ed street. The battle was won ; whiskey was FOUR THE CHRONICLE the victor. This forlorn figure left the street "Well, Old Slick," he said, "now for your and reeled up toward a small house. It crum- last job." bled and fell on the steps, arms fell outward, It was late. Snowflakes were merrily danc- and a head hit the door with a thud. The ing thru the air, vieing with each other in tak- figure lay motionless. The door opened. When ing the most direct route to the deep blanket this heap of snow-covered clothes moved again, of white below. Around the corners of the it was Slick Barnes who gazed with wondering, buildings the wind, biting and discontented, burning, blood-shot eyes into the glowing coals ruthlessly disturbed the snowflake game by in the little grate. He was stretched out full distorting their direction, sending them colli- length on the floor. Slowly he raised his head. ding weakly against each other to fall in un- There was no one else to be seen. Labor- suspected places. Thru this lonely scene of iously he stood up. Could he walk? He was stillness Barnes made his way. Slippery ice startled out of his wondering by the sound of sometimes tricked his snow-laden shoes into murmuring voices in an adjoining room. Slick skidding to first one side and then the other. gained his balance and carefully made his way He felt his nose getting colder and colder, and to the door connecting the two rooms. He look- his feet becoming numb. His eyes were burn- ed into a small apartment. ing smartly there in all that frigid stillness; A pale, sickly light was burning. On a but on he went. small bed, lay a little child, boy or girl he Beside a show window he stopped and press- could not tell. An old man and a girl stood ed his nose against the glass as he had not dejectedly by the bedside. done since he was a small boy, ages and ages "Nell, I wish we could get a doctor," the ago. Inside he saw something that appealed old man was saying. to him more than anything of far more value The girl slowly turned her head toward the would have at that time. How he wished that speaker and thus toward the door. She did it were possible for him to get just that. In not speak, but tears rolled heavily down her there he saw a beautifully dressed doll with cheeks for an answer. Barnes, the outcast, outstretched hands on which lay a bill . It stopped breathing temporarily. His eyes bul- was a ten dollar bill.