Marshall University - Chief Justice Yearbook (Huntington, WV)

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Our Junior year wa» perhaps our hardest. Everyone’ attention wu turned to the winning of the war. How well wc remember the many, many lectures on loyalty and service that wc had to sit through. The Pope surely was patriotic. We kept up with our school work and did our bit too. Our girls worked faithfully in the Red Cross room and made refugee clothes, besides keeping up the old class spirit. We saved our chewing gum money and cheerfully wore our old clothes so that we could buy War Savings Stamps. Didn't we shine in that patriotic parade last April? In the spring of this year, we had a great many memorable parties and weiner roasts. We feel sure that we know howr to build lire- and roast weiners to perfection. Alex's car is still all right too. and Red Copen makes a fine headlight. At commencement all of us Juniors sat up and took notice, but we could not help but think what an improvement there would be next year. Then came our Senior year and along with it Eng..«h. to Mr. Franklin. If you don't believe we arc some class from what we tell you. just ask Uncle Benny. The Freshie and the other children surely did look up at us with envy, and of course, we looked down upon them. They looked so young and inexperienced. Prenez courage, me enfant . But who «aid anything about Senior privileges in the dorm? We have ! een looking for them. Our girls surely did shine in gym work this year. Didn't we pull off some stunt in that exhibition? This year we were delighted to have Miss Johnson join our class. If we have given her as much fun a she has given us. we will feel that the score is even. Now that we are leaving Marshall, we feel proud that we can have such a splendid example for the classes hereafter. What class can boast of such nobility? Wc can truthfully call ourselves the War Class. Wc backed the army. Our fame for this ha spread wide and will continue to spread. Our own early recognition of our ability has never been questioned either by us or the faculty. We have been polished now. and we shine a the brightness of the firmament. Wc especially feel honored for having had as a classmate such a fine and promising young man as Carl Eckard. who paid the supreme sacrifice in the serviceof his country. M

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SENIOR SECONDARY CLASS HISTORY ELIZABETH J. MYTINGER OFFICERS PRESIDENT....................E. BUNN VICE-I RESII)ENT - - WALTER B. YATES .SECRETARY-TREASURER - LUCY N1 CAIJ.OWAY I1ISTORIAN - - - ELIZABETH MYTINGER COLORS Old Rose and Gold FLOWER Pink Rose I lie. A Freshie is green on ihe surface, A Sophie is polished a hit. A Junior is llicrc when there’ fun in (he air. Bui a Senior is simply ll Another year has rolled around and Marshall is again proudly sending oul her class of Seniors. Did you get that? We said Seniors, nnd there isn't any camouflage to il, as there is to so many things these days. When we came to Marshall four years ago. we were as diamonds in the rough. The Faculty early recognized the great | ossibilitics and qualities that we possessed, and they at once set to work to polish us up a hit. We felt sure from the first that our class would send out second Henry Clays and Florence Nightingales. No one has ever doubted that at least one of our boys will, some day. be President of the United States. Even when we were Frcshics. we could look down upon the Iseloved -Seniors and others of that year because we had the honor of sitting in the balcony in assembly—an honor that no other class has had since. At the end of this year, no one denied the fact that we were well on the road to a successful career. The next year we came back as Sophomores. It was a great relief not to be called Freshic. Our class was smaller, but we had pep all right. What we lacked in number we made up in spirit. Several of our boys starred in football and other sports. At the last of this year the United States entered the great war. and many of our hoys answered their country's call. We sincerely hope that these boys got along Iscttcr in military tactics than some of those who remained here and drilled on the campus. Perhaps we should have painted the trees and ash barrels white so they could sec them better.

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SENIOR SECONDARY PROPHECY LUCY MARLOWE CALLAWAY. 20 It was a wintry evening. Outside the snow was banked high. The wind howled bitterly among the trees. Inside my cozy little house all was cheerful. I was now seated before the bright, warm log fire. Being an old maid I often spent hours recalling my school days. Tonight as I gazed into the warm, glowing flames of the fire, fond memory cast a spell over me: my thoughts rushed back to my classmates at Marshall College of 1919. Then the wish came that I might see and know whare they were but how? Then I thought of my good fairy Wee W'ce Lacticama. as true and as good a friend as anyone might wish, Humming the quaint melody she had taught me. I whispered. Come. Wee Wee Lacticama. I waited breathlessly. Suddenly the light in the room grew stronger, a richer glow of red and yellow. I heard a slight rustle as if the wind had stirred an angel’s wing, and there she stood beside me. Cood fairy. I said, “show me my classmates. Let me see them as they are today.” She waited so long that 1 feared I had asked too much. Then her sweet voice lisped. “Here is a magical picture book. The | ages look blank to you now. but put it on the fire and sec what happens. No sooner had the flames leaped up around the book than there came a change. The blank pages took on the aspect of a stage set for grand opera. First, dimly I saw the singer advance. Soon I could see that he was in Spanish costume. When he began to sing I was awe-struck. Who was this? Not Caruso, he was long since dead— but such a voice! Suddenly he turned and faced me and I recognized my old classmate. Robert Smales. The picture now flickered, glimmered and grew blank. I saw 34 immediately another picture. The stage was not set for grand opera this time, but for a public speaker. Ex-President Wilson came forward to introduce not only America’s most noted speaker, but Europe's as well—Elsie Bunn. As this picture grew into dimness, another grew into clearness. The office of a lawyer is now seen. The great lawyer is seated at his desk writing words of might and worth. As he looks up. I recognize Kenton Taylor. Immediately I see another picture. This time an artist's studio. The pictures arc noted for their beauty and grace. The genious is Leona Frye. The next scene is in far away Persia. I see the good and noble missionary as she works, giving kindness and light to the people. It is Elizabeth Hcrold. Immediately the picture changes. The mighty waves of the ocean arc heard, and now a ship comes into view. I see the captain as he looks toward the shore, no other than Donald McDonald. The scene goes abruptly to the music studio at Cincinnati Conservatory. The two noted professors of music arc seated at the piano. At first I hear but faintly the wonderful, low. sweet music as the twittering of birds, and again of the sighing of winds or the rippling sounds of water. I recognize these musicians as Elizabeth Carter and Lillian Davis. The next picture is at one of our noted colleges. Two sisters are here. They arc very noted professors. One is professor of Latin. Lora Kesscl. Her sister, just as distinguished, is professor of mathematics. Velma Kesscl.