Hillman College - Pioneer Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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T Ini P 1 © N E “Sigh No More Sigh no more, Seniors, sigh no more, Roll books deceive you ever; All grades are rotten at the core, They will be constant never; Then sigh not so but let things go And be yet blithe and cherry. Just let your room-mates bear the woe And be ye always merry. Cry no more. Seniors, cry no more; For privileges sever The Seniors from the campus bore, To walk alone forever The lectures and the talks galore Forget them and be merry ; Enjoy receptions evermore ; Be always bright and cherry. Sing no more ditties, sing no more; The bells may be confusing, But soon you’ll hear those sounds no more No more of Math, persuing You leave, you know! Then sigh not so But be ye blithe and cherry, For Juniors here will surely grow To take your place so merry. Work no more, Seniors, work no more; For soon you’ll leave forever. What care you for the weeks before? The end is joyous ever. Then work no more ; but let things go And be ye blithe and cherry, Just let the girls remember so That ye were always merry. C. D., ’ ’ll 1 30

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TH Once more the Scene was changed, and I saw a beautiful city in Florida sur- rounded by orange groves. It was night and in front of a large building in the suburbs was an electric sign, which read, “Home for Bachelor Maids.” A voice called “Pearl it is time to feed our cats,” and then I recognized Kate Smith and Pearl Wylie. I turned my eyes toward the West, and saw Buena Andrews reigning as queen of a home on a large ranch. Still farther I say Gertrude Summers “weilding the rod” in a prominent school in Oregon. At the head of the large Expression department connected with it was Winona Hammond whose beaming, intellectual face told me that her many dreams of taking a course in “Randolph Macon” had been realized. In Colorado, the State election had just been held ; the governor’s inauguration was about to begin; the victorious candidate stepped forth and I beheld Ruth Birdsong. The vision faded and in its place I saw a great audience in St. Louis entrance by the music of a world renowned pianist — and that pianist was Mittie Fortinberrv. The curtain began to fall and I heard that same voice say, “Look quickly toward Brazil. “ I looked, and saw a solitary woman in a mission station; and then the voice said, “That woman is yours — .” But the curtain was down and I heard and saw no more. Senior History C HAT History does not always repeat itself is plainly seen in the class of ’14. We have all kinds of girls — long girls, short girls, fat girls and slim girls, girls w r ho have assembled from Lake Geneva and from Buena Vista. We have girls w T ho are “Eager” and girls who give “Justice.” Some desire to be “Song Birds” and others long to become “Stringers” of hearts. One is particularly fond of the adventures of “Robinson” Crusoe w T hile another enjoys studying problems in terms of “C.” We have another who expects to be a missionary and gather “Pearls” along the “Reeves” of the South Sea Islands and then return to her work in “Phillip”pi, while another of our class is strictly “Buddhist.” One is desirous of becoming an Astrologer “Lest — er Sam” prevents and one de- lights to spend most of her time walking in the “Parks.” We have one girl who will say “By George” occasionally while on the other hand one is very “Sunny.” All of the girls expect to do “Moore” toward being in “Ernest” and we all know how T to treat you “White.” After scaling the mountain peaks of English and History; listening to Mrs. Lewis’ talks on Physiology; crawling slowly up the heights of Geometry and gazing at the stars with Miss Gurney; experiencing a few explosions in Chemistry with Mr. Berry; and after hearing Miss Barnard’s discourses on Physical Culture and Junior receptions; and MissFrost’s lectures on “Bible,” Ethics, Logic and Athletics we feel that the class of ’14 is able to meet all the obstacles in every phase of life — from the missionary to that of the Star Basketball player of Vassar. U 29

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A Little Child Shall Lead Them -i - ( ♦ E OR the fifty-sixth time since five o’clock Aubrey Applewhite quickly jerked his watch from his pocket. “Lord bless me, Ole Lady, if it isn’t five minutes after seven.” “Nothing remarkable about that,” explained Ray Craig. “But you know the reception begins at seven thirty, and — .” “Of course we can’t walk to the State in twenty-five minutes! Oh no!” said Ray. It was the first day of April, there was to be a reception at Hillman that night. After several glances into the mirror, Aubrey, with his friend went to the college. Both were Seniors in Mississippi College and both were interested in Hillman College (or rather its inmates). Aubrey’s “Stute girl” was a young lady of the Senior class, and Ray’s — well all of them were his. On this particular evening there seemed to be more young men than usual at the reception and Aubrey found it very annoying. He knew 7 that as popular as his girl was he could talk to her only a few minutes at a time and he didn’t exactly fancy any such conversations. Ray at first did not wish to meet any one and so stayed on the outside listening to a group of boys telling their experiences of getting “stuck.” No longer able to resist the merry laughter within, he found himself inside the door glanc- ing around. Ray actually laughed aloud as he saw his roommate standing back in the corner by one of the windows, scrowling across the room. Straight-way he proceeded to find the cause of that offensive look and was not surprised to find that it had its be- ginning and end in a young man across the room, who was doing nothing more or less than talking to a young lady. It was Aubrey’s rival, — and evidently putting in good time. Ray soon reached his room-mate’s side as he gazed gloomily out the window. “By the way, old fellow,” he exclaimed, slapping him on the back, “Have you seen anything of Alice? Have been looking every where for her and she is not to be found.” “Not to be found? Confound you, where are your eyes? She is in the most conspicuous place in the room and talking to that — that — Jack Rundell!” “Well if you don’t like it why don’t you take his place and then — get her out of the most conspicuous place in the room?” “Just what I’ll do! Why, I hadn’t thought of it before? Where can I find some one to present me?” Soon Aubrey was in the place which he coveted most. “Alice, suppose we find a place where — well where we won’t be bothered so much?” ventured Aubrev. “Why Aubrey, what is it? You look as if you had just wakened from a bad dream,” laughed Alice. “Just as you say. Where do you want to go?” “Oh, I know a nice place back in the conservatory — and no one is there,” he whispered to himself. “Alice, dear,” Aubrey began before they were fairly seated, “I am going to ask you to do something that I know will surprise you, but I hope you will care enough for me to do it. I have told you more than once that I love you, and listen, Alice, I want you to marry me — at ONCE! I have planned every detail, and if you will only — .” “But Aubrey, what about school? What do you expect me to do? I would be willing perhaps to marry you now, but how could it be done? I’m still in the dormi- tory you know.” 31 V