Hillman College - Pioneer Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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THE PIONEER, 192 1 Page twenty-four )emor Class Lona Rushing Clinton, Miss. Literary “ Late to bed and early to rise , maizes a girl healthy , wealthy and wise Lesbian. Entered 1920 Secretary-Treasurer Lesbian Society. Third Term, 1920-’21. Hattie Rae Shackelford Cascilla, Miss. Literary 7 want to be good , but my eyes just won ' t let me Adelian. Entered 1918 Marshal Adelian Society, Third Term, 1920. Ruby Westbrook Clinton, Miss. Literary Now I know what love is Lesbian. Entered 1919

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Page twenty-three THE PIONEER , 192 1 emor Class Elizabeth Stovall Clinton, Miss. Literary ' Elizabeth is herself — what more could we desire? Lesbian. Entered 1919 Aulsy Stewart Hazelhurst, Miss. Literary “None but herself can be her parallel Adelian. Entered 1919 Secretary-Treasurer Y. W. A.. First Term, 1920-’21; Secretary-Treasurer Adelian Society, First Term, 1920-’21. Lora Sharp Harperville, Miss. Literary “Thy heart is light as the leaf of a tree ” Lesbian. Entered 1919 President Lesbian Society. Second Term, 1920- 21: Marshal Lesbian Society, First Term, 1920-’21; Athletic Editor Annual Staff, 1920-’21.

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P age ttoenly-fivi THE PIONEER, 192 1 Senior Prophecy NE, day, having a much harder English lesson than usual, I went to auntie, hoping in vain that she would excuse me from school that day, but alas, she only smiled and poured out a large spoonful of red liquid from a curious-looking green bottle. She commanded me to swallow it, which I did, making a wry face and groaning in anguish according to time-humored custom, though the medicine, to tell the truth, was quite agreeable to the taste. Then she sent me back to class where, as soon as I was seated in my usual corner, 1 fell aslep and dreamed I saw arising from the fumes of the green bottle a spirit who took me by the hand and led me into the future. It showed me Hillman, where I saw Bess Oliver loved and honored by all the girls as lady principal, and Lona Rushing, the wife of the new vice-president. In the old English class room I found Bernice Herring teaching, together with others, the bright children of Mrs. Ray Dykes and Mildred Hackett, who had become the wife of an M. C. profess 01 -; Della May Wilkerson, as history teacher, and Cleo Bowling, directing athletics While passing through Clinton, I looked through a window of a beautiful home and there I saw Ruby Westbrook reigning as queen of an American king’s home. I hen the spirit danced out to a large city, where I saw Norma Potter busy in her studio as a famous artist. Farther down the street we passed the magnificent hair-dressing establishment of Emma Sue Gross, where Lora Sharp worked as her competent stenog- rapher. Just outside I saw a large billboard announcing that a celebratetd lyceum group, consisting of Elizabeth Stovall, vocalist; Tirsa Johnson, pianist; Gladys Gilmore, reader, and Annie Johnson, violinist, would play at the Century the following Friday. Bess Montgomery with her wonderful dancing, and Isabel Dees with her marvelously trained animals, were there amusing the audience. On looking around I saw Ermenia Parkinson reading the billboard over my shoulder, e told me that she was still an old maid, which conclusion I had already drawn from her appearance, as she was dressed in our-of-date clothes and a long vermilion feather sticking jauntily through her old rusty hat. I asked her where her good friend, Edna rown, was, and she told me she was director of French in one of the well-known univer- sities of the North. She also told me that Maude Edwards, Elizabeth Lassetter, Alyne Barksdale were teaching in the mountain schools of North Carolina. P s iri en me down to the seashore, where I saw Louella Landrum and Virgie Eddlemen embarking as missionaries to Africa, accompanied by Jessie Harding as their interpreter. Aulsy Stewart was sailing for Paris to get new hats for her millinery establish- ment. In her hands she carried a book written by Sarah Robinson. There, also, I saw Pauline Meyers and Ethel Jackson, who were returning from a tour of Europe, where they had enchanted large audiences with their beautiful voices. b rom here the spirit led me to the land of the golden west, where I found living peace- fully with their husbands, Margaret Butler and Hattie Rae Shackelford. They were at the station bidding farewell to their friend, formerly Cora Lou Butler, but now the wife of a famous physician, who had been visiting them. I he vision vanished, and suddenly I was aroused from my slumber by the voice of my teacher, “Huella Niven, stop moving and pay attention to the lesson.”