Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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Senior History each comrade so dear, and to the halls of our Alma Mater, around which so many memories are clustered. But before we separate, we must give you a brief history of ourselves while here. How interesting it is to recall the history of the Senior Class at D. L. C.! We came here in ’22 as inexperienced girls and boys; and again on the 18th of September, ’23, the same happy group of boys and girls assembled on D. L. C. grounds. In each heart a resolution had been made. It was this: “The Seniors of ’24 are going to be the grandest and most noble group that ever graced D. L. C’s stage.” Has that been carried out? We will leave that to you. On September 26 this Class met for organization. The following officers were elected Hi) ) Priestley, President; }..C. Greene; Vice President ; Dorothy Breeding, Secretary; and Maidell Howell, Treasurer. ‘ All of these have proved their worth. On every occasion the Seniors have played their part, and played it well. The social hours each Saturday evening have been con- ducted by the Seniors. On Thanksgiving the devotional exercises were con- ducted by members of this Class. The Seniors have shown great skill in the management of the Babbler. Two numbers each month have been put out. This excels any record of the past. The management of the Backlog was largely composed of Seniors. Does it not speak for itself? We showed you that we were represented in every activity of the school. We had two to take part in the oratorical contest. The orations demon- strated the material of this Class. In the spring the Seniors endeavored to entertain the public. We worked hard, and feel that we proved to you what we could do. At last—and all too soon—we neared the parting of the way. What a glorious year it has been for the twenty-eight! But when the 28th of May comes, a shadow will be cast upon all members of the Class as each takes his departure to various places. Our small band became truly: united, and we feel that we have accomplished something, even though it is very small. Perhaps, we could not boast of even this small accomplishment if we had not been constantly reminded of the fact that we were “Seniors.” We are now prepared to enter upon the new works of hfe, leaving behind with regret the sunny days of college life, but taking up with real joy the serious life of our future. What we shall do in the future, we cannot say. But all future history de- pends on the past and the present. Hence we should not be afraid to predict great things. KATE GILBREATH. @ « time is drawing near when the Seniors of ’24 will bid farewell to AZ Page Twenty-Seven nn

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G Class Poem A loyal group of students, we, Unequaled heretofore; The chosen band of DgL. C,, The Class of Twenty-four. A spirit brave we have within, % A heart that makes us work; Our faults we leave behind us now— Our aim is not to shirk. Through days and nights we all must toil, And every task perform; The one who makes the mark, we know, Must weather every storm. As time proceeds and days go by And thoughts keep crowding in, There is a hope that spurs us on— A longing to begin. Begin our work of life, we say— To set our aim so high. Yet there’s a tender feeling now Steals o’er and makes us sigh. These faces dear we’ve learned to love We cannot leave to-day; From hearts that beat with us as one, We cannot turn away. But still the time is slipping by— We know we soon must go; Lest we forget or be forgot, Our mutual love we'll show. Together we will do our best, Each other’s grace to win; We'll raise the standard of our school— We'll miss each other then. We'll all give praise to gold and white, ° And wave our daisy o’er; For ’tis the chosen band of all, The Class of Twenty-four. 7 DOROTHY NEM Ys

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iy Senior Prophecy a party at which I was entertained by some of my old schoolmates in my home town. It had been nearly two years since last we were together. I was very much surprised at the changes that had taken place in this brief period. When I reached home that night I was very cold, but my mother had pre- pared a big fire for me. Although it was nearing the hour of twelve, I was tempted by a comfortable rocking-chair sitting near’the fire. I drew it closer and enjoyed the warmth. While there warming and thinking 4 over the merriments of the evening and the many wonderful changes that had taken place among my Kentucky friends, there came the thought to me: “What will become of my D. L. C. class friends of twenty-four?” I tried to imagine them in different positions in life, but my heavy eyes would not permit. The door by my side slowly opened. A beautiful girl dressed in a snow-white robe slowly stepped to my chair. I was too surprised to speak to the late-hour visitor. She tapped me on the shoulder, and said: “Follow me, and I will show you your class friends twenty years from now.” My heart leaped for joy, and I was soon traveling by her side. It seemed as though a day and a night elapsed and I found myself in the Sunny South. I soon found out that the town was Gainesville, Fla. While strolling in a park of the town, I was bitten by a reptile. I called for the best doctor in town, and to my astonishment Joe Kidd Brown walked in. He told me of his fame as a physician, and took me home with him to a tempting meal prepared by his wife, formerly Miss Louise Bowers. While enjoying the hospitality of Louise and Joe Kidd I was interrupted by my escort, who told me that we must hurry on, for we had much ground to cover. Another town miraculously appeared before my eyes. I walked slowly through the streets, trying to locate myself. I was very much overcome with joy when I read “Cowan.” I immediately began inquiring for George Thoro- good. I was directed to the Bank of Cowan. When I entered the door, behind the desk marked “Cashier” I saw George, and seated by him was his wife, formerly Kate Gilbreath, pleading for a new hat. | From thence we took our departure to Nashville, piloted by Brother O. S. Moser. So swift was he with his plane that in a few moments I found myself in Nashville. My first desire was to visit D. L.'C. Upon entering the build- ing at chapel time, I saw H. J. Priestley, now President, admonishing the boys to remain on their own campus. When he finished, he asked J. C. Greene, Dean of the Bible Department, to conduct the criticisms which were made by the students according to a custom more than twenty years old. so Page Twenty-Hight by : WW SX 6) NE cold night last winter, while spending Christmas at home, I enjoyed WZ