Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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A.W. OF [1891-1922] OBES Oe Chiks Atk Broke, broke, broke, Oh, staff of B’Log in the start; And I would that my pen could describe The burden that crushes my heart. O well, for the High School class That they yell and shout in their glee! O well, for the Junior class, For she, too, may go free! But the toil-worn staff must work And compose when others may shirk; But O for the sight of cash, And the music of rattling chink! Broke, broke, broke, At the close of our work, O friend! But your words of praise of our book when it’s done Will heal all our griefs in the end. WELLS Fox. Page Twenty

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1891-1922 ¢ LAURINE PROFFITT .. Chattanooga, Tenn. '20-°22; Kappa Nu; Glee Club; Graduate in Expression; Date-Seekers’ Club; “Back- Log” Staff. veg Chew ALONZO WILLIAMS Wingo, Ky. ‘21-22; Calliopean; Captain Calliopean Five; Preachers’ Club; Calliopean Nine; Class Orator. Page Nineteen

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[1891-1922] H.G. J, SENIORS PRORELEGY I had lost my beautiful diamond ring somewhere on the streets of Berlin and was looking for it when my eyes were attracted to a large sign which read, “Fortunes told by Madame Bertha Smithimis- sime. Great Predictions into the Future. May Tell About Yours and Your Friends Future. 15 cents. Come in.”’ Having heard of the wonderful things fortune tellers had been able to accomplish, I went in, thinking this lady might be able to tell me where to find my ring, for which I was grieving myself ill, because it had been a—well, a valuable present to me, and I prized it highly. No sooner had | entered the room than I was thrown into a trance. A strange feeling came over me and strange scenes passed through my clouded mind. Gradually my mind cleared and I could see many surprising hap- penings. I seemed no longer to be in Berlin, but some city in which I had been before. Ah, the signs and buildings were not those of Berlin! Had I been dreaming? No, I suddenly recognized Boston, Mass. The snow was falling thick and fast and ice was everywhere. As I went down the steps I slipped and fell, hitting my back on a sharp corner of a building. A gentleman helped me up and I found that my back was giving me much pain. The man told me that he was sure there was a fellow who could cure me at once, he being a famous Chiropractor. I next found myself in the office of this doctor. A lady came in and told the maid she wished to see her husband. I instantly recognized Ida Beasley, now the wife of Dr. H. G. Ezell, the famous Chiropractor. This scene suddenly began to fade from my eyes as rapidly as the backache had at the magic presence of Ida. I was in Boston no longer, but was walking along a deserted road far into the country. I became conscious of being weary and hardly able to go another step. At that moment a beautiful bungalow appeared in the distance. ‘This gave me courage and at last I reached the house and went up on the porch and knocked. Overcome, I sank into a chair nearby to rest, -so that I might regain my strength. I heard steps and turned in time to see a man staring at me. It took me only one minute to recognize another of my classmates, J. T. Priestley. He had married Grace Jones and had become a prosperous farmer. But another day seemed to have dawned—I was wandering in the woods gathering flowers. Suddenly I saw before me a still that had been raided. A man stood near, and upon my questioning him he said that the owner, Noel B. Cuff, had been taken to town for the trial next day. As quickly as before, the scene vanished. I found myself in a court-room sitting near the front. I noticed, while the defendant was making his speech, a woman listening intently. Att this moment she looked around and I recognized another of my classmates, Bernice McFarland. She had come to hear Earl defend our class- mate, Noel B. Cuff. Page Twenty-one