Hillman College - Pioneer Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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PIOTSTE EJQ -1 Tg Z Senior Prophecy It was dusk and as I sat idly enjoying the deepening twilight, I saw something approaching which appeared at first to be a large interrogation point. As it came nearer I recognized the bent figure of Father Time. Rather frightened at first, 1 started up, but he spoke thus: “Be not frightened, my child, for unto you is the gift given to few, an insight into the future.” So speaking, he arranged an apparatus something like a magic lantern and as slide after slide appeared, 1 beheld my class mates as the future will show T them. On the first slide I beheld a large ball room beautifully decorated and teeming with lovely ladies, but as belle of them all, I recognized Ruby Hammack. Next came a large athletic field where vari ous contests were being held and the winner of most of the prizes was Lillah Sutton. The next scene was the sea coast. There as a dash- ing merry-widow, holding court with many suitors in her train, 1 beheld Ruby Roper. The scene changed to a tightly packed auditorium with the whole crowd held breathless by the sweet strains of music from Linda Mae’s piano and Eunice’s voice. A beautiful home appears; on the porch, happily awaiting the man I see so eagerly approaching, in the distance stands Flossie. On a goods box, madly gesticulating and speaking to the gaping crowds, stands a familiar form. Suddenly I see the placard “Votes for Women” and I know that Mamie Lea is a suffragette. ’Tis the Metropolitan Art Museum in New r York and the surging crowds are enthusiastically commenting upon the last picture of Zilphia Odom. The small house on the hill seems to belong entirely to cats, they are everywhere. The door opens, still more cats. But who is the old maid who suddenly appears in the midst? Why, it is Ruth McCaughan ! Again the scene changes. I see a great German University, and among the students I recognize Emmette. An operating room. Who is the efficient nurse, who so calmly assists in the operation? It is Fredda. In the court room a woman lawyer wins every case she undertakes. Who would have thought it of Lela Hollis? Last of all for a moment appears my own face. It looks at me with sardonic grin then quickly vanishes, leaving me ignorant of my own future. Away, ’tis enough.

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PIOT 1013 Senior Class History Once upon a time, great Jove called a meeting of his council upon Mount Olym- pus for the purpose of organizing a class surpassing all others. It was unanimously agreed that this class should graduate at Hillman College in 1913. As to the number composing the class, dissentions arose, and Jove, desirous of restoring peace, withdrew the question from the council and himself proclaimed, “Enroll twice the mystic num- ber beloved by gods and men.” Instantly fourteen names were placed on record. J hese were to be placed under the guidance of Jove’s favorite instructors. Thus, au- spicious were the circumstances under which the members of the class of 1913 began their journey in search of knowledge. By forced marches they passed through Asia, witnessed the destruction of Tyre and Sidon, crossed the bridge constructed by the grand army of Xerxes, rested on the battlefield of Marathon, witnessed Nero’s burning of Rome, crossed the Rubicon, scaled the Alps, passed through the territory of the Sequanians, played on the sands °f Calais, crossed the Straight of Dover, visited Becket’s tomb, came to America °n the Mayflower, where they chased the red coats out of Boston ; and last of all helped the suffragettes in the Presidential campaign which resulted in the election of Woodrow Wilson. Along other lines their career has been no less marked. They have sphered the su n, moon, and revolving planets; squared the world; lined their instructors’ faces; angled out of many close places; computed the distance 0 their bright particular stars and diminished that distance as often as possible. Contrary to Milton’s opinion that “one tongue is enough for any woman,” these ere provided with three. When in Rome they said as the Romans, “amo, amas, amat.” With the Germans it was “ich liebe, du liebst, er liebt.” In plain English “I love, you love, he loves.” Ehe Muses tumbled such sciences into their minds as best fitted them to read the kind’s construction in the face, to understand attractive and repellant forces of nature, a nd to reason much in this manner : — “ Those who go to Hillman are wise. We have been to Hillman. Therefore, — .” Once again the Olympic dignitaries sit in solemn state. The messengers have ar nved to report concerning the class of 1913. Ethics has taught them to be polite, Astronomy has elevated their minds, Languages have endowed them with additional tongues, and Logic has made them reasonable. T herefore upon each one does great Jove set his seal to give the world assurance of “A perfect woman nobly planned, to warn, to comfort, and command.”

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TjFTEL I IOTM 1013 The Senior Decalogue 1. Thou shalt not wink at an M. C. boy until he winketh at thee. 2. Thou shalt honor and obey the instructors set over thee. 3. Thou shalt not abuse thy Senior privileges, lest the faculty abuse thee. 4. Thou shalt make good use of every “stute” reception, for they are numbered. 5. Thou shalt keep a safety catch on thy Senior pin. 6. Thou shalt not copy thy neighbors themes, nor his German sentences, nor his Latin prose. 7. Thou shalt study thy Chemistry diligently, lest thou blow out thy brains. 8. Thou shalt not be undignified. 9. Thou shalt not write to thy neighbor’s son nor thy neighbor’s grandson, nor any boy that is in thy neighbor’s house. 10. Thou shalt not wave at the boys with thy handkerchief, nor with thv bed- sheet, nor with thy hand, lest a teacher see thee and call thee to taw. Seniors’ Farewell That autumn day ! Can we forget, If we our three score years should pass, The day we girls of Hillman met To live nine months a Senior Class? Now parting comes! How can it be That we must leave this College dear, And from its life so soon be free? It brings from us a sigh, a tear! And oft in times of deepest gloom. When with our duties we are fraught. Memories of Hillman’s clover bloom Will be a balsam to our thought. If in the future we shall dream, Rejoicing, thinking o’er the past, And floating fast through pleasure’s stream, We needs must know, “It will not last.” O, Hillman, you have won our heart! We sleep, and dreaming, think of thee. Of life itself you’ll form a part, When other friends have ceased to be. So now we come to say good-bye, Hillman, we ask, forget-us-not. And as we leave thee with a sigh, Once more, farewell, forget-us-not ! 29