Birmingham Southern College - Southern Accent Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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IlL JLOjiC mm to be no other than the Hon. George Reynolds. He had eslabhshed a great reputation for himself in spite of his youth. He spoke of entering politics at a later time. I assured him that I believed his success would be great if he should do so. Thus Dr. Byars and I found that all of our classmates had fulfilled all the promise of their college days, and were doing their part in the world ' s work . )enior CI ass oem YESTERDAY Look back, dear Comrades, to thai yesterday When we started this journey together; Four years we have trudged along the way. In calm and stormy weather: Calm — when we heeded what instructors had to say. Stormy — when we played our lime away Not all are with us who started that yesterday. Some heard their Country ' s call. And are in Flanders field — far away. Yet there ' s still a tie that binds us all. Cemented by associations of many-a-day. TODAY And now, look into your hearts this day. There lies a mixture of varied emotions As we part, — each to go on his way To carry out plans and notions. In laying aside text-books, worn and sere. We feel relieved, — we are really glad ; But on leaving Alma Mater and teachers, dear. Regret comes over us and we are sad. Feelings of gratitude well up in each heart, We cannot express, — tears almost start. As approaches the day we must part. TOMORROW Tomorrow? Who can draw the curtain from tomorrow And reveal what the Future for us doth hold? That gift belongs to a Higher, Greater Power, — Yet surely we ' ve learned what we ' re so oft told. That our tomorrows are the product of our yesterdays. So let us be steadfast to the principles we ' ve been taught: Be honest, conscientious, noble m all our ways, Set an example that cannot be bought; And with grateful hearts and memories that stay. Let us light tomorrow with yesterdays and today. Trust on, and think tomorrow will repay. f

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I IIDIIC m i [Dld I!! n Senior Class Prophecy HAD the pleasure of startling the loungers at the roof aerodrome of the Waldorf-Astoria by landing unannounced after a short trip from my home in the South. It was late in the afternoon of June 6, 1 929. I went at once to the lobby to register for my room and to take some refreshment after my tiresome trip. I was very much surprised to meet Herbert Byars, an old classmate of mine. After greetings were exchanged I accepted his cordial invitation to his home. On the way out I was much surprised to hear that he had become very successful as a surgeon in New York City. I was delighted to meet his charming wife, and to play with little Herbert Jr., for the sake of old times and pleasant memories. After dinner we were discussing old times, and Byars mentioned the fact that exactly ten years ago to the day we received our diplomas from Birmingham-Southern College. This led to a discussion of our classmates. I had, on my last business trip as inspector of the Aerial Mail Service, visited the town of Waverly, Ala. There I found the wife of the postmaster taking care of the office in the absence of her husband. I was glad to remember her as our classmate, Jessie Stead. She told me that their beloved pastor was Brother T. L. Hill, who was doing a great work for the church and the social life of the community. Dr. Byars had been astonished the previous week to recognize in one of the opera singers our friend and fellow student, Miss Louise McCormick. He went behind the scenes, and was told that her wonderful success was largely due to the capable manage- ment of Elmer Hinton. We are sure that this success was due to his wide experience during his college days. It had been my pleasure recently to visit the city of Birmingham. There I had the pleasure of hearing Dr. Umsted Pitts fill the pulpit of the First Methodist Church in the absence of the pastor. Rev. R. K. Jones. Dr. Pitts was having some trouble in holding down the eloquent brethren of his District. But he hoped to moke a favorable report from Birmingham District at the end of the year. That afternoon I visited our Alma Mater, which had grown to be one of the greatest educational institutions of the South. I was cordially received by the successful president, Dr. Grace Jones. She had, after a time spent in advance study, and work along educational lines, been chosen to administer the affairs of this growing institution. It was here that I also met two others of my old classmates. They were Messrs. deYampert and Hunt, who had built up a business in the wholesale hardware trade that was the envy of the merchants throughout the country. They found it necessary to employ a special attorney to take care of their varied interests. This attorney proved (27) y LHJ 3 DC ME w

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r? Alma Mater On the city ' s western border Reared against the sky. Proudly stands our Alma Mater, As the years roll by. Forward ever be our watchword, Conquer and prevail. Hail to thee, Our Alma Mater, B. S. C, All Hail. Cherished by thy sons forever Mem ' ries sweet shall throng Round our hearts. Our Alma Mater, As we sing our song. When we from thy halls have parted. And Life ' s battle ' s on. Thy great spirit shall inspire us. Till the ' ternal dawn. i i (29) ly 3 DC 2 a c 3 DC 3na c W