Hillman College - Pioneer Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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Senior Class Poem Did you ever sit at evening In the moonlight’s mellow ray, Thinking how the time is hastening Toward the parting of the way? Did you not wonder. Classmates, What the future held in store ; Whether you would heed the knock- ing Of rare chance upon the door? Oh ! the dreaming time has passed us. And the signs all seem to say That we shortly must determine On the part in life we’ll play. Listen now to one who counsels, Saying, choose the narrow pathway And while toiling on and upward, Shed new lustre where you may. Rise up ! make the world some better ; Hold a light for those we lead, Let 11s help in all the littles, Wait not for the larger deed. So when life with each has ended And a crown at last we’ve won ; May each one among the Seniors Hear the Master say, ‘‘Well done.” Poet. Senior History t For the last three years the world has stood on tip-toe eager to catch the faintest echo from the gigantic contest across the waters that has turned the world upside down and wrought havoc with the natural order of things. But all the while in the quiet city of Clinton, the historic halls of Hillman have been witnessing an equally potential struggle. From Dan to Beersheba and from Tennessee to Sullivan’s Hollow, the cream of the womanhood of the South has been gathered to compose the illustrious Class of T 7 . The opening guns of the campaign were fired in Preparatory days, when only three of the present number were here. The army has had fresh recruits yearly until now it can claim the distinction of being one of the largest ever to graduate from these historic walls. Many laurels have been won as an outcome of the struggle. This class claims the championship basketball team and three of the four tennis stars come from the Senior Class. We see the vanguard of the Hillman army in white. Perhaps this uniform is to signify the flag of truce. If in the European struggle some nation would send out a similar flag, they would awake to do the noble deeds and accomplish- ments that our Senior Class hopes to do by offering the flag of truce to the strife of school days. Historian. Page Twenty-six

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Feeling thirsty she drank a glass of H 2 0 and saw Agnes May on the stage with the world as her audience, and with worshipful admiration the charmed spectators exclaimed, “the second Madame Sarah Bernhardt. ' When she had touched a bottle of Fig she was holding an Educational Review of Amerca. and three items of importance were noted. F ' irst, “ assar College is to be congratulated on having secured Miss Marietta Gallman as Athletic Di- rector.” Under the head of “Smith College Makes Rapid Progress” is the an- nouncement that Miss Escoe Parnell has accepted a chair of History in that insti- tution. Then in the notes from Bryn Mawr was the statement that Louise San- ders had succeeded in the department of Latin, and had been made Dean of that department. Then the would-be chemist placed an oxy-hydrogen flame against a stick of lime and made a very brilliant lime light, and there in the center was 1 helma, surrounded by an increasing throng of ardent admirers. Then in a few years came the chime of wedding bells. As the result of mixing the contents of two bottles she saw Frankie in a mountain school, to which she had devoted years of effort, and the school had become known as “Miss Bolls’ Model Mountain School.” The contents of a bottle of (C 2 PI 5 ) 2 0 revealed Marion as the wife of a tourist, who was collect ' ng data for a book on Natural Science. Just before sailing for Europe they visted Lucille Conerly in Washington, who had become a real home builder and was ably assisting her husband in realizing his ambition of becoming a great statesman. Then as soon as they reached Berlin they visited Emma, now the wife of the American Ambassador. The rhythmic tones of a hydrogen flame became audible and as she listened she heard the mellow tones of a violin and saw the lovely form of Grace as she was playing her way into the hearts of men. And lastly there was an inrush of fresh air. The mists had disappeared. The prophetess realized that she had learned much in the chemical laboratory, but that she had added nothing to the science and had thereby failed to become famous. Page Twenty- five

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