Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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[1891-1922] Page Twenty-three

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A.W. (SJ. [1891-1922] But as I spoke everything changed. I was in a large city. Things looked familiar. Yes, there was the depot, Union Station and the Custom House. I was indeed again in Nashville after so much wan- dering. As I walked up the street a large sign attracted my attention: “Williams-Dilworth Revival, Ryman Auditorium, 7:00 each evening.” I found myself seated in the Auditorium. ‘The leader started the song and who should it be but Jack Dilworth, my old classmate of D. L. C. I was very much surprised at this, but I was not nearly so surprised to recognize as the preacher Alonzo Williams. He had been noted in D. L. C. for preaching. But the little girl he left behind at school was with him. They told me that they had been carrying on the work that Hardeman-Pullias had started during our senior year at D. L. C. As quick as a flash I was in another large city. As I walked down the street I knew that I was in Paris. Suddenly I met some friends, who suggested going to the theater, where a famous dancer was to appear. They said her name was Elisabeth Pettus. Could it be my classmate ? T went to see her and lo, there was Pett! She told me that A. R. Hill, another classmate, had become the successful manager of the William Fox Film Company, of New York. She also told me that Gustus Dunn, Jr., one of our classmates, had committed suicide upon hearing that his girl had married another fellow. He left a great sum of money for missionary work in Japan. The scene vanished as before and I was in some strange city. There was a heavy fog. I finally succeeded in making out “San Francisco Printing Company.”’ What an awful sound! I heard drums beating, women screaming, and just as I turned a corner I ran into a band of Suffragettes. The leader turned toward me and I recognized Frances Bates, now Mrs. J. T. Crane. She said she had left her husband at home to wash the dishes while she roved. And now as things changed as befcre, I found myself in front of a large building. Over the door I saw, “‘Mrs. Baggsby’s Orphan Home.”’ Just then a woman wearing a calico dress, her hair parted in the middle, and wearing a white apron, came to the dcor. She was none other than Aileen Bromley, now Mrs. Baggsby. She was now taking care of the little waifs of Waverly, Tennessee. It seemed that I was unable to stay in one place long and I next found myself in Denver. Walking just in front of me were two men dressed in Shriners’ clothes. As I passed them I dropped my purse. One of them picked it up for me, and as I thanked him I recognized two of my classmates, Norman Parks and Leonard Lillie. Norman told me that he was farming in West Texas and had become rich on— Wells. leonard was a professional ball player. They told me Jack Meyer, after having been disappointed in love, had become the Old Bachelor President of Yale University. At that moment I came back to Berlin, and by the peculiar lisp of the fortune teller, I recognized my old classmate, Ruby Beasley. As quickly as I had gone into the trance I came out from under it. I had been able to see into the future of all my classmates but of my own I knew nothing. Oh, to see myself as that fortune teller might have seen me! LAURINE PROFFITT. Page Twenty-two

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A. J. [1891-1922] JUNIOR ALPHABET A is for Annie Mae, sweet little chicken. B is for Barney, who isn’t worth kicking. C is for Cecil, a face with gladness overspread. D is for Dulcie, soft smiles by human kindness bred.. E. is for Elliott, short youth sunny and free. F is for Fox, the very pink of courtesy. G is for Goodgion, sometimes a curly shepherd lad. H is for Hilarious Crutcher, who always makes you glad. I is for Idiotic James, who never saw a change. J is for Jones, a warbling voice, a lyre of widest range. K is for Kathleen, her eyes are songs without words. Lis for Lois, annoyed with all things absurd. M is for Moser, who makes low replies. N is for Nona, who talks with her eyes. O is for Olga, with hair crisp, black and long. P is for Patriarch, whose face is like a worn-out song. Q is for Queerest Claude, in every gesture dignity. R is for Robert, hearty and hale was he. S is for Sampson, with that slow, wise smile. T is for Tommie, who isn’t worth while. U is for Unlearned Samuel, simply beautiful and rustic health. V is for Viva, who can’t count her wealth. W is for Willbanks, whose eyes make. pictures when they are shut. X is for Xtra Addie, with grace in all her steps—O Tut. Y is for Yearning Clarence, whose curly hair clusters around his head. Z. is for Zealous Mercer, if he can’t be a dude he’d rather be dead. —Tommie LEEPER. Page Twenty-four