Hillman College - Pioneer Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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Senior Prophecy N A DREAM I fancied I was sitting on a beautiful moss-grown mountain side. I heard a still small voice saying, “Why are you here alone?” I raised my eyes and saw what at first seemed to be a flash of light, but, gazing intently, I perceived the form of a little girl. As she advanced she again spoke, saying, “What do you seek here in this lone spot?” Then, by her superhuman knowledge, she knew the burden of my task was a possible history of the class of ’15. Transforming herself into a fairy, she said, “Follow me and thy wishes shalt be given thee.” By her magnetic force she seemed to draw me toward her; and lo, in an instant everything was darkness and I felt a sensation of moving softly, but swiftly, through the air. When I again regained consciousness I was standing beside a beautiful fountain which the fairy called “The Magic Fountain of Knowledge.” “Drink and whatsoever thou desirest shalt be revealed to thee,” she said. I did as she bade me, and immediately there arose before me a Japanese flower garden. At the far side of this garden I saw a large group of children playing; then I heard someone say, “Edy.” I turned and saw two solemn figures strolling among the cherry trees, whom I recognized as Edith Corley and Mary Lea. Then I knew their plans to be missionaries had come true. The scene changed, and a great airship descended before me. Two ladies carrying large telescopes stepped forward. Looking more closely, I knew that I beheld Ollie Sigrest and Sarah Johnston — who, from the number of prizes they carried, showed they were making many marvelous discoveries in Astronomy. This vision passed and I found in its place a magnificent church. Then came the sound of a wedding march! Looking breathlessly, I saw the groom enter and slowly walk down one aisle, while down the opposite aisle came the beautiful bride, whose smiling countenance at once revealed her as Ethel Corley. Again the scene shifted and before me was a large book store. I entered and there was Annie Steen Tate displaying her books, showing the good qualities of her stories and the real life in her lyric poems. I next beheld an immense college campus. Over one of the great arched entrances I saw graven in the stone, “English Department.” Peeping in, whom should I see but Margaret Sharp in her calm, sweet way quoting favorite poems to her English class. Then came a scene in the auditorium of one of the western capital cities. An important case was being tried. I recognized in the lawyers who were “ arguing ” this case Ele Steele and Frances Douglas. Page twenty-six

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SENIOR CLASS Leon Reddoch, M.L., Taylorsville, Miss. ADELIAN “ Her kindness and her worth to spy You need but gaze in Ellens eye. Entered 1911; President Junior Class, ’13-’14; Vice-President of Adelian Society Third Term, ’ 13-’14; Chaplain of Adelian Society First Term, 1 4-1 5 ; Vice-President of Y. W. A. First and Sec- ond Terms, ’ 14-15 ; Y. W. A. Cabinet, 14-15; Literary Editor of “Pioneer,” ’14-’ 15. Margaret Sharp, M.L. . Clinton, Miss. LESBIAN “ She ' s pretty to walk And witty to talk ith And pleasant, too, to think on. Entered 1911; Annual Board, ' 12-13, 13-14; Sec- retary and Treasurer Lesbian Society Third Term, ’13-’ 14; President Lesbian Society Second Term, ’14-’15; Marshal of Lesbian Society First Term, ’ 1 4-1 5 ; Literary Editor “Pioneer,” 14-’15. Ollie Sigrest, M.L. . . . Flora, Miss. LESBIAN Let me have audience for a word or two. Entered 1913.

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I then found myself seated in a grand opera hall. The music was being rendered by two of the world’s most renowned pianists, Callie Dudley and Nora Marble. Then came Retus Butler, who held the people enraptured by her sweet voice. My attention was next directed toward a magnificent mansion surrounded by palm driveways. Reigning as queen of this home I saw Leon Reddock. Again I beheld a lovely home, but this time an exquisite bungalow. And I heard someone say, “For the class of 1915.” I looked, and Mrs. , nee Hattie Casey, was decorating in college fashion for the entertainment of her old classmates. This scene passed and in its place I observed a frail, little (?) woman standing in the doorway of one of the mission stations of the East. Someone said, “Our new minister’s wife.” By several scrutinizing glances I easily recalled Mrs. Huffstatler — the only member of our class who had her M.R.S. degree before taking her college degree. The sensation grew stronger and I was striving under the impulse to interpret the dim vision before me when lo, it was light again and “Ole-Lady” was saying, “Dollye, get up; the rising bell has rung.” BROTHERS, COUSINS, SWEETHEARTS age lT»cnt ) seven