Hillman College - Pioneer Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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Senior Poem To the shore of a sunlit sea dri en on by a billow white, Aglow with the light of hope, on the breast of a green wave nursed, A bubble of ' wondrous hue in a million colors light. Leaped with a gleam of joy and the goal attained — it burst. To the time of last good-bys where comes the parting way, Aglow with the light of youth, with hope so high in each heart, A class of promise true, with mien both grave and gay, Come with a smile, a sigh and the goal attained — we part. The bubble, in tiny parts, to its home the sea returned. For from such part3 the world the Maker did compose. Though your small place in this life is not for what you’ve yearned. Go search it out and at the end you’ll find — “He knows.” K. C., ’19. Senior History O compress the history of the Senior Class of 1919 into a few sentences and phrases for an Annual is im- possible. Even to chronicle a few of the most impor- tant accomplishments, and do it justice, would tax the power and skill of a pen far abler than mine; for the life of this class since entrance into Hillman College has been too pregnant with possibilities and achievements. It was about September, 1915, that the members of this class en- tered on the pursuit of knowledge with a sure and joyous instinct, deter- mined not to become terror-stricken by the seemingly unsurmountable assignments. Seniordom is not reached by a single bound, but by the vir- tue of four years of persistent plodding over the paths that were appar- ently at times strong and mountainous, and now they realize that these trials were only preparatory for the enjoyments that follow where the path will lead through peaceful valleys strewn whh happiness ar.d blessing. This class needs no horn to herald its fame. It has a record de- serving in every point to grace the history of the college; it has been such to reflect honor on the respective homes of its members, wherever these homes may be. This class stands for all that is sincere, noble, upright, honest and true, and if, as some venerable sage has said, “The history of the past is the mirror of the future,” glorious indeed is the future of the Class of 1919. HISTORIAN. Page eighteen

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Senior Class Myrtle Lassetter Harperville, Miss. Literary Course LESBIAN “Virtue alone is true nobility.” Entered in ’17; President of Lesbian Society, first term, 18-’19; Secretary of Y. W. A., first term. ’18-19; Secretary and Treasurer of Les- bian Society, third term, ’18-’19; Literary Editor of “Pioneer,” ’18-’19; Second Lieutenant of Company L., ’18-’19. Lois McFearen Clinton, Miss. Literary Course K ADELIAN “Her dignity consists in being unknown to the world.” Entered ’ll; Critic of Adelian Society, ’17-’18; First Lieutenant of Company A, ’18-’19. Virgie Priest Gloster, Miss. Voice and Piano LESBIAN “Let me have music dying, I seek no more delight.” Entered in ’16-’17; Chroister of Y. W. A., first term, ’18-’19. P age seventeen 1 al

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Senior Prophecy ! NE warm spring day in April I got up feeling that something very unsual was going to happen to me, and this wonderful event which I am about to tell really happened. I was sitting down under a large shade tree in my back yard, making soap bubbles for a crowd of children, but they soon grew tired of this and wandered off. Sud- denly, against my will and in spite of all I could do, spring-fever overwhelmed me, and 1 was carried away by the Sandman. He led me on and on, and when we stopped I looked around to find myself alone on a beautiful seashore, dressed in a bathing suit. A voice came to me — from nowhere in particular — saying, “Come on in, the bubbles of the water have a wonderful secret to reveal to you.” Before I had gone far I saw one of the most beautiful sights I had ever seen. A large bubble came dancing over the water and as it came nearer it grew larger and larger. Well, you have heard of the whale swallowing Jonah. Just so I was completely swallowed by this enormous bubble. On entering it I felt that I was entering fairyland, for the scenes I saw, as the sun shone upon it, were scenes that I shall never forget. The first was a lovely little vine-covered bungalow in the midst of large trees and surrounded by a Deautiful lawn. In front of this little house I saw a little girl playing and at a distance a woman reading. As she looked up I recognized our class president, Erneze Butler. I gave a gasp of astonishment, but the vision faded and another even m re beautiful appeared. This time it was a magnificent church, and I could see, slowly marching down the aisle, a bride in a robe of white satin, trimmed with real lace. This lovely bride was Virgie Priest. This scene changed to a university and there, still pursuing their college course, were Sallie Hart- ness and Lois McFearen. Another section of this city appeared and in an attractive looking office 1 saw Kathryn Coggin wri ' .ing stories and poems for one of the popular magazines. The next view was unmistakably a town in China and among the missionaries I saw Mary Sue Bishop. This scene slowly changed to the mountains of North Carolina and I saw, teaching in the moun- tain schools. Myrtle Lassetter and Mildred Byrd. The next scene was that of an immense college campus ar.d over the entrance I saw graven in the tone, “New England Conservatory.” Among the musicians I saw Ella B. Dyess and Mabel Baldwin. Before I could realize what had happened these faces vanished and a large city came into view. A handsomely dressed woman was entering the store and as she opened her purse a card dropped from it, and the name engraved there was “Mrs. Callie Bishop ?” When this vision faded I realized that I came next. Breathlessly and eagerly I was waiting when suddenly the bubble burst and someone was giving me a vigorous shake. Once more I was alert, and looking around I found myself surrounded by the children who were begging me to make some move soap bubbles. I slowly and sadly realized that I had only been dreaming. Class Prophet. P age nineteen