Henderson State University - Star Yearbook (Arkadelphia, AR)

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Panhandle Pete has said 'Z-Xll the world loves a lover. The class of naughty eight takes great pleasure in joining the world in loving its fellow member, Mr. blames Mehaffy. llorn in love, reared in love, fed on love, and surrounded by love. we predict that he will die in love. We voice Thomas Carlyle's sentiments when we say. Pat Mehaffy is the greatest ladies' man the centuries have yet produced. lt gives us pain to think what is and what might have been. Meliaffy might have lived one thousand years ago when knighthood was in llower. lYe regret very much that our conscience prompts us to say that our dear friend Mehaffy is just one thousand years too late. Henderson College does not carry a stock of hearts large enough for a man of his caliber. Like Alexander the Great he has conquered all the hearts in our quiet little college, and according to his room-mate cries at night because there are no more hearts to break. The proper time for our friend to have acted on life's stage would have been as Dr. Maulrlin has so happily said. ln days of old. when knights were bold. .Xnd the price of coal was high, .-X maiden fair, with peroxide hair. Said 'Love me. or I die'. lYe have now reached the sublime height of beauty and intelligence in our narrative and when the blooming countenance of Miss Ruth Pipkin is flashed upon the canvas of public scrutiny we all take off our hats and stop to do homage to the first lady of the class of IOOS. Her childhood days were passed among the most happv surroundings which our imagination can picture. She was indeed fortunate in having a number of brothers and sisters to guide and direct her footsteps. .Xfter she left the shelter of her parental domicile to seek adventure in a boarding school. she was fortunate enough to have a young man take the place of her brothers and look after her welfare. He would doubtless like to have the task for life. but alas! poor lad. your hopes are in vain. For this maiden fair has delved too far into the rights of woman, and drunk too deep from the waters of woman's importance. Her future lies before her. not sur- rounded by masculine attention but bv women bending their knees before her and seeking leniencv at her hands. lYoe unto the man who crosses her path. Such is the result of higher education for women. 'A lYe now pass from the sublime to the ridiculous. l am Sir Oracle, when l ope mv lips let no dog bark. ll'hen Mr. l aul Shell Powell. our class-mate. opens his lips there is no possible chance for others to speak. He was born when conversation was at the high water mark and has ever been the foremost social lion of these regions. ftinong the fair sex he has no equal, but a sly old fox is he. llc wires in and wires out and keeps the ladies all in doubt. He moves the wagon of thought in Henderson College along the rough and rocky road of learning. lfverywhere. at all times, he dashes brilliant sparks of knowl- edge to Freshmen and gives instruction to Seniors. lt is a burning shame that ill fortune falls to men of such promising futures. llve regret that we have to relate on these pages what an awful calamity. what an awful end. awaits one of such great promise. lt is painfully evident, as it has been ten thousand times before. that this youth. the llower of manhood. is destined to be wrecked in the voyage of life upon the barren and treacherous rocks of matrimony. Statistics fail to relate the time and place of Miss Mary Simpson's birth. lint that she was horn we are almost sure. During her childhood days. wlnch are far removed from the memory not only Of us, but of our honored president. Mr. 16

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If worthier hands than ours had attempted to paint a picture of one so fair as Miss Maud Harper, they would have succeeded only in part. lint since the task is ours we will rise nobly to the occasion and present to your optics a vague idea of this lovely maiden. XYe have sharpened our wits on the grindstone of knowledge to do homage to this Louisiana llelle. Un a summer's day in the month of May fortune smole one broad lingering sznile upon the home of DV. Harper. Miss Maud is the maiden with the smile that won't come off. XXI- hope that life will be one long lovely smile to her. Michael .Xngelo has come and gone. Miss Harper has come midst loud applause. She has not yet gone and quite likely never will, but when she shall have painted her masterpiece, dear old Mike will be thrown into the ashbarrel with the has-beens. ller future, like her past, will be many times brighter than the milky way. If beauty be made the test of knowledge our class-mate. Nr. Vernon lean. is easily the wisest student in our midst. XYbether beauty is the proper standard bv which to judge -wisdom or not we do not know, but this we do know, that in his case this fact is true. Profound utterances upon all momentous questions of the day pour from his mouth continually like molasses from the bung-hole of the universe. VVhere he came from nobody knows, where he treads the paths of research and discovery nobody goes. I-le is small of stature, but it is a universal truth, as we learn from Psychology. that good stuff is always done up in small packages. The walls of dear old llenderson have never inclosed one who had a clearer and more definite knowledge of Psychology than this noble American youth. In class, facts about this great science roll from his mouth like the wild rush of the cataract flown the steep declivities of the mountain-side. From present indications Mr, Jean will be a medical doctor of that class who say Throw physic to the dogs, but through the long lane of life he will always have our sympathy, On a beautiful spring morning the home of Klr. and Mrs. Ketchem was brightened by a dream of beauty, a beautiful specimen, from the flower garden of humanity, and ever since that time the loveliness of that spring morning has been symbolized by the life of this fair maiden. lllherever she goes she carries the sunshine of goodwill and unselfisbness. .Xnd yet she has been unfair to a certain extent by making a special case of one young man in this institution. lt seems to us that he receives more of the sunlight of love and affection than any one human being is entitled to. However, we are inclined to believe that when the shadows have a little longer grown, when the present crisis has reached its climax, our present friend and schoolmate will brighten the world with her kindness and will become the benefactress of the human race. XVe long for the time to come when she shall have reached the zenith of her glory, and we can all say with the learned Ben johnson. That lady was a class-mate of mine. In every age, in every clime. it matters not what the occupation or sur- roundings are, there are those who tower above the common herd. So it is in study where Miss Mamie Locke so easily surpasses the common mob of students. Since her childhood days, when she wandered in the meadows among butter- cups and clover blossoms and chased the butterdy from flower to flower, when she waded in the laughing waters of the mountain stream and played with the fishes in the rippling brook, she has ever worked onward and upward with this one thought uppermost. Hlfnowledge. knowledge. get knowledge. jXnd thus she towers to the sublime heights of learning and pours out wisdom on class like sunshine from a summer sky. Her mission on this terrestrial 'ball is to proclaim the rights of woman, to prove to the world that woman is intellectually man's equal, and to demonstrate to the ages that man has no monopoly on learning. 15

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A. O. Graydon, she was led by her parents to the oracle. ln response to their prayer the oracle gave forth the following utterance: No matrimony for you until you hnd a beautiful man. Now she runs up and down the campus, the streets of Arkadelphia, and through the study hall like Diogenes with his lantern, hunting for a beautiful man. Unless she gives up the vain search, we predict for her nothing but old maidenhood. lf she has not already reached this periol of life we offer her our most hearty congratulations. lint the end she is trying to attain is like a rainbow, the idle dream of the queen of dreamcrs. Speaking of dreamers brings us to Miss Xlaye Turrentine. She has made a study of the mystery of dreams, and since she is a dreamiof beauty, it is perfectly natural that she shoulil have made a success. ln her youth she dreamed from early morn till dewy eve. llihen a few :nore years had passed she began to dream of nature and to direct her thoughts toward the woods She reached such a high state of perfection in these fields of thought that sho personified nature and gave it names like Dearwood. lndeed she is a veritable nature fakir. XYhat she will Finally grind out from the held of knowledge. tiine only will tell. There are some who have the elements of a noble character so concealed in them, that we never know what great truth will next fall from their lips. Such a one is our class-mate, Nliss Turrentine. But who is that handsome dog with the athletic shoulders and that grace- ful form? That is Duckie Peabody, alias Dudley Tull, ex-quarter back on the Henderson team. The history of such a character as his is too black to stain the fair pages of such a sacred volume. It is a source of regret that statistics have forced us to place his name on a few of these fair pages. O Statistics, what an awful blood-curflling monster art thou! .Xs for the future we hate to speak, but stern duty demands this of us. llis picture will grace the rogues' gallery of every police court in our great republic. The only reason we have allowed Duckie a berth among us is because he has the wonderful power of appropriating all superfluous hearts. He is known as the man with a heart like a trolley car, always room for one more. Therefore it is plain 'to all that he is a comforter to all love-sick maidens in the hour of sore distress and in the time of need. This is his one redeeming feature. There is one peculiarity about his criminal face, that is, the smile he always wears, but XYilliam Cullen Shakespeare has truthfully said in his little ballad entitled Ten Nights in a llar-room, or 'XYho Drove Tacks in the llaby's Face. Une may smile and smile and be a villain. There is one characteristic much desired and appreciated in women and so seldom seen that when such a phenomenon presents itself to our eyes we stand dumb-founded. There is one and only one of the class of Ioo8 in whom this admirable trait resides. That happy, yea, thrice happy maid is our fellow student, Miss Nettie Wihitesiile. She was horn when conversation was at a premium and is a walking advertisement of that old maxim, f'Silence is Colden . The remarkable trait of which we speak and which our classmate has so happily attained, even soaring to the heavens in her fame, is the faculty of being in a state of mind which is not bubbling over with empty conversation. For any person of such high accomplishments and possessed in addition of such infinite knowledge, success awaits the plucking like a ripe and juicy peach ready to fall into the lap of mother earth. Thus encleth the chapter. ltlanv things have been left unsaid which we might well have mentioned. If we have said too much, time only will tell. Pax vobiscum, ad infuntumf' D, G, T, 17