Memphis University School - Owl Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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EXEUNT OETS have told us repeatedly, in one form or another, that the old order changeth and that there is nothing new under the sun. Now, as we brush by each other proudly holding our sheepskins signifying learning — signifying the end of our prep school road — there is a strange language speaking to us. each and every one. The blackness of the grad- uation gowns, the radiant countenances of the wearers, the tear-stained eyes of happy parents, brothers, sisters, sweethearts, and friends who have come to look on and observe our day of triumph, even as we sing our swan song-all will drive home to us the realization that the old order has really changed and that now out- places are being usurped by younger orders, who, shortly enough, will have their place in the sun. There is something new under the sun! It is the fact of four classes which crowd closely upon our heels. To look backward over one shoulder at the years spent at M. U. S. is, in a way, a duty. We must do so to point the way to future classes. And in every duty there is a joy hidden somewhere. If our mistakes, our triumphs may beacon light the way for others, old M. U. S. has profited much by our presence. Several years ago this class entered dear old M. U. S. dazed and confused. Some still in the safety-pin age, others not much more advanced. It took these boys quite a while to get accustomed to Mr. Stone ' s bass voice, Mr. Wright ' s talks and Mr. Beeson ' s sarcasm. But, as Mr. Wright will tell you, it was not long before these boys formed into one of the best classes in the history of the school. This last fall the Class of ' 27 chose Charlie Patterson as the logical man for its President. Undisputed leadership was enjoyed by the Seniors this year in every branch of school life. Ford, Patterson, Butler, Clark and Fentress are our lasting offer of names who have tried to keep the football and baseball star at M. U. S. ever twinkling and undimmed. Comes now that hurried moment of farewell. The Class of ' 27 joins hands in a mixed promise and oath that, in weal and woe, they have striven to keep M. U. S. on the right track and headed the right way. We find the familiar outlines of the study hall, gymnasium and pie house blur into a gray twilight caused by both a tear and a sigh. Old M. U. S. marches ever on — without us. LEM COOKE, Historian. Page Eighteen