Cumberland University - Phoenix Yearbook (Lebanon, TN)

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Prophetic g SEE before me fields white to the harvest. »||J§ Among the laborers in the broad fields of serv- — ice, I see mighty preachers, lawyers, doctors, civil engineers, up-to-date farmers, powerful teachers, artists, gentle homemakers. Among the many labor- ers are easily distinguished the noted members of the White Carnation Class of 1911. In the quiet of the soft twilight of a May evening I sit dreaming of the future of us Freshmen of 1911. I sit in a great cathedral. In the pulpit stands the min- ister — a fine, imposing, dignified gentleman, clerical in every feature — urging upon his congregation the ne- cessity for a cleaner, a purer, a saner life. His elo- quence thrills his audience, and he appears to be a power for good. As he comes down into the chancel, his eye catches mine, and I think I recognize — our class President, and not far away is Bess (the Bess who once owned an A E n pin) . The scene shifts. In the same great cathedral stands the same great minister; but now the altar is banked with ferns and masses of lovely white roses, and the hymeneal bell seems impatient to ring forth the glad news. As the great organist (Pauline) touches her loved keys to the strains of the grand Mendelssohn Wedding March, the bridal party enter, preceded by gay little flower girls. From the west entrance comes a tall, clerical young man, with benignant coun- tenance (a 1911 Junior), attended by his brother. From the main entrance, leaning upon the arm of her uncle, proceeds Ravenna, the bride, adorned in her beauty. I turned, and saw, sitting in the shade of a fine old oak, an artist, apparently sketching the landscape. As I came near, I recognized the movement of a master, and, etched in one corner of the now almost completed work, the name Wallace. But the scene shifted noiselessly and rapidly, as only dream scenes can shift, and I was climbing the stair- way to the entrance of a splendidly equipped observa- tory. As I entered, my card was taken by an attend- ant, and I was ushered into the private room of the professor in charge. To my surprise, this official was a lad} ' — brilliant, well versed in all astronomical prob- lems of the day. She showed me photographic plates caught by the great lens of their greatest new tele- scope, which had the week before recorded the picture of seventy-two thousand planets not before known to astronomers. Her movements seemed familiar, and I thought in my dream that, as I passed down the hall- way, I heard an attendant address her as Miss

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Freshman Class CoLOEs: White and Green. Flower: White Carnation. Motto: Tolens et Potens. YELL Freshman heaven! 19111 OFFICERS President T. F. Gaexeb Vice President A. B. Waggoxer Secretary R.vvenxa Wakefield Treasurer Kate Maxiee Prophet Uaeda Banks Liar . . ■ J- Max Cowax Historian Etta Dozier Artist C itiLLE Wallace Poet RoiiEET A. Spellixgs Phoenix Representative Jesse Oveeall, Je. Clovis Bigger R. Ryax Godwix, K S Etta Doziee, A E n Ravexxa Waicefield AXDREW Waggoner Jaerett Barter Francis Allisox. Kate Maxier Pauline Palmer Kenneth Coile. CLASS ROLL Sarah Hardison Thomas M. Marlin CLArDE H. Ricketts Jesse Overall, Je., K 2 Jeaxette Robeeta Welch H. RiVEES Teague A. W. Millings J. Max Cowan. A E n T. R. Cubtis D. A. BXGLISH Joiix W. Osteex D. L. Chesxut. George Oldham, K 2 J. W. WiLLi.vMSOX, Jr. ROBEET A. Caldwell, 2 A E Patetck H. McGehee, 2 A E A E James P. Ezelle, K 2 J. D. Martin Flowees L. Od0M Lexa U.iEDA Baxks, a E n V. M. Fields Albeet Russell S ■ Roy S. G-ardxer Robert A. Spellixgs Chaeles p. Myers T. Flowees Garner.

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Jeanette ; but it was only a confused dream sound, and not to be relied upon. In the dim distance I thought I saw a beautiful home, with every indication of refinement ; and presiding over it was a fair, fragile, beautiful lady (Baby) ; and as I looked, she gazed eagerly down the driveway as a dis- tinguished-looking physician made his appearance. I took out my glass to read the name on the silver plate of the puffing motor car, but, to my intense disappoint- ment, it was all Dutch to me. The hazy dream curtain lifted again, and I saw the gathering of a great crowd at the opening of some subway intended to carry the population of a thronging city. On every hand I heard comment upon the genius of the architects who had planned and put into execu- tion the great work now about to open for the use of the public. The plan of this achievement, ridiculed in its incipiency by older engineers, now proved success- ful, was bringing this young firm before the popular ej ' e, and riches and honor seemed to be within easy reach. I did not learn the names of the members of the firm; but late in the evening, as I was passing along a quiet suburban street, listening to the tones of a cor- net giving forth entrancing strains, I was startled by the simultaneous flutter of a paper at my feet and the sudden stopping of the music. Stooping, I picked up what proved to be a sheet of music inscribed : Claude Kicketts ' Ode to the Genius of Old English, My Part- ner. Turning to restore the sheet to its owner, I was invited into the delightful home of Mr. and Mrs. Wag- goner, which proved a rendezvous for a number of old Lebanon classmates. In one corner lounged Lazy Caldwell, who had an office down town, but appeared there only once a month. Jim Ezelle and Horace Yoes had been thei ' e, but were gone. Both were said to have become very successful business men. Mr. Will- iamson, one of the most prosperous farmers in the State, made this place his headquarters when in the city. To the dignified lady in whose home we were, all turned for sympathy, for guidance, and for advice; and at this I did not wonder when I found that she was no other than our old chum, Etta — matured, but retaining all the old sweetness of her character. While I was talking with her, the tea bell chimed, and I was ' led to table with the party. I sat next to the president of the Alabama Great Southern Railroad (our Phrenix representative) , who was very entertaining. Making frequent mention of his wife, Sallie, we talked of many of the old classmates — of McGehee, a professional fan, never satisfied unless in the game or reading the sporting columns of the Phcenix; of Odum, who keeps a trained nurse and never goes to business except when advised professionally; of Teague, the Kansas City Lawyer; of Osteen, the great expert in telegra- phy- After supper, as we glanced over the daily paper, we read the account of the Chesnut-Hardison Wed- ding ; and, looking through some periodicals, we came