Howard University - Bison Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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Ian. the contrary minded Clifford Clark, the brilliant and invincible Z. A. Looby and the slow but sure Geikie Smith. We now stand on threshold of a higher education. We have encountered many hardships, but our Academy training has made us tenacious in purpose as, Trojan Aneas when he arrived at Cumae soliciting the entrance to the lower world. Our slogan is “Alot finished, just br( uH.” GIRI S BASKET BALL TEAM

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vice president. Then came the epidemic of the Spanish Influenza and a forced vacation of four weeks. With the reopening of school in November the class realized that heavy burdens lay upon them. On account of the lost month intensive study had been rendered necessary. The Senior Year Book was to be published: the Senior Prom was to be given. The Year Book and the Prom required an unusual amount of time to be spent in class deliberation, and an unusual amount of money from the class to insure their success. Mr. Z. A. Looby was chosen as editor-in-chief of the Year Book and Mr. E. A. Marksman, chairman of the “Prom” committee. The great world war came to an end about the n.iddle of November. Boys of TO were wild with joy. Several of those who were in Training Camp returned to their class and chose to burn not only the oil of midnight, but also that of twilight and the oil of the early dawn in order to march out with the squad of old TO. Short vacations and much study marked the year. The omission of regular week examinations at the mid-year made things seem to move more rapidly than usual, and the last semester of our course came upon us like a thief in the night. The class saw fit to choose as its president for the last semester Mr. D. W. Moss, and Mr. E. A. Simmons vice-president. During this last semester the monotony of regular class room work was broken by a reception given to the Seniors by the Middle ('lass, this was a most delightful entertainment, and was greatly enjoyed both by the host and guests. The class of ’20 proved its ability to do a very fine thing. Mention must be made of the indefatigability of the girls of the class, who gave to all the class activities life and enthusiasm. Among these were the silvery-tongued Josephine Johnson, the passionate Marion Barnett, the indomitable Ruth Butler, the cunning little Hattie W'hitely, the jolly Irene Patton, the cver-readv Beatrice Clark, the mild and modest Mozella Lewis and the faithful worker Vivian Mason. Now that the class has almost finished its course it is confident the end will be reached successfully. It is anticipating a bright future. All of its members will make honorable names for themselves; but especially famous will be those wh • have borne the burden of the class duties. Among these are the old reliable Eldon Marksman, the resourceful Boatswain, the deep Anthony Featherston. the cool headed Lewis MacMil- 29

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Prophecy of The Class of 1919 BY JOSEPHINE FRAZIER JOHNSON It was the glorious month of May and it was, moreover, the clay of days—the tenth anniversary of my graduation from Howard Academy. Naturally the vivid memories of that day filled my heart with an unbridled yearning to know what my classmates of 1010 were doing. Lulled by the rhythmic splash-;ng of the waves on the far stretching beach of California, I fell ad reaming and clear visions appeared before me. A sprightly little figure stood at my side holding a golden necklace in her hand. •’Wear this, lady,” she said, “and your slightest wish will be realized.” “I wish. I said, ‘‘to see my old class-mates.” Immediately I found myself in Chicago. The day seemed hot. so 1 entered an attractive looking drug store to get a cool drink. My delight was great when 1 learned that this drug store was owned by Willie Greene and Harry Lofton. They persuaded me to go with them that night to a formal reception given at the home of Judge and Mrs. Clifford Clarke in honor of British Ambassador, Mr. Z. Alexander Looby. The next day while hurrying to the station I saw an immense crowd congregated in a park; all were looking intently upward. I stopped my chauffeur and asked him to find out the cause of the excitement. We learned that the famous scientist, Professor Oswell Combs, was demonstrating his latest invention. This was a pair of wings which upon being attached to the shoulders, enabled one to flv as a bird. I liked this quick method of travelling and so purchased a pair to complete my trip. After attaching my new acquisition to my shoulders, I pushed the selfstarting button and just as if I had been a piece of paper being blown by the wind, I skimmed thru the air and landed in New York on the sill of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel. Sonic one rushed to the window and pulled me in. It was my old friend Bea Clarke. She told me she was Mrs. Eldon Marksman and her husband was the president of a large real estate company in New York. Messrs Giekie Smith. Anthony Featherstone and Cyril Spence were lawyers retained by the great firm. Just at that time a pleasant faced little woman came in leading a curly headed little girl. The big brown eyes of th» 31