Milligan College - Buffalo Yearbook (Elizabethton, TN)

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m ' mWWM ' M Senior Clasfi ropijrrj) Chicago, III., May 20, 1935. Miss Nelle Brumit, Nashville, Tenn., Dear Nelle : Doubtless this will be a surprise to you, Init I am going to tell you some of the happenings that ha -e occurred to our old classmates of the Class of ' 15 at Milligan. Wliile I was standing in an office in New York the other day, my attention was attracted by the click of a typewriter as some one pecked industriously away on the keys. I glanced up, and in so doing I recognized a face that carried my wandering thoughts back to college days at dear old Milligan, Just then the fellow raised his eyes from his work and began softly to croon a sweet melody that carried to my mind recollections of having listened to the harmonizing of that voice with others, time after time, at Milligan. It was none other than Ellis Hill, who, you will rememljer, acted so faithfully in the capacity of Secretary to the President in 1915. He recognized me immediately when I spoke to him, and insisted that I should stop for a friendly chat. You can well remember, no doubt, the ability which he always displayed in the gab line, and he soon showed that he had lost none of his power as a talker. It had l)een twenty years since I liad met any of the old bunch of ' 15, and of course I was anxious to hear anything that he might have to say. in regard to them and their positions in life. Hill was working for an employment agencv as stenographer, and he told me that quite often a familiar name came in, and among the numlier he had noticed the names of several members of our class. Ephraim Buck had been one of the first to send in his ajiplication for a •position in the big city. The high and mighty aspirations which he had cherished since childhood, of earing a senatorial toga and gracing the Senate Chambers at Washington, had anished like a snowball before a July sun after he had participated in two elections in Virginia ( in l)oth of which, it is needless to say, Eph came out at the little end of the horn), . fter gathering his scattered thoughts together, Eph came to the realization that life is a sad 21

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WWMMMM vote of thanks to the faculty for the said privileges. We also wish to remember our Profs for booting us over so man) ' clitBcult places, and, as we are about to pass out, we see and acknowledge the many mistakes we have made. Our organization this year is as follows : E. C. Buck, President : Myhr White, Vice-President ; John Prather, Secretary and Treasurer ; Nelle Brumit, Poetess, and Nat Burchfield, Prophet. AVe, as Seniors, feel the responsibility resting upon our shoulders, and it is with a considerable amount of pride that we point to the fact that every male memlser of our class is a member of the Bachelors ' Club, disdaining to mingle with the common horde which gathers weekly in Hardin Hall. As there is an end to everj ' thing, so the history of the Class of Nineteen-Fifteen, with its successes and failures, comes to an end. With great hopes for our future in the world of work, and with a steadfast belief in our ultimate success if we follow the teachings we have received, we close this history of the Class of Nineteen Hundred and Fifteen. Myhr White, Historian. 20

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WMMiMMMMM realit) ' , and not composed of air castles, and he started in to climb the ladder of fame One kind of work succeeded another, and in turn he became a news butch on a train, a solicitor for the Satiirihiy Evcnincj Post, an advance agent for a theatrical company, and is now engaged in the work of stage manager at one of the downtown theaters, and if I cared to see him I could find him at No. 425 Broadway. A thought suddenly occurrred to him and he rummaged hurriedly through the files close by until he found what he wanted, and then he told me that Katherine Burrus was also engaged as orchestra leader at the same theater. He related how the romance with poor Joe Crouch was broken up over a misunderstanding, and that while in search of fame in her chosen profession, she had strayed into little old New York. Hill could recall none of the addresses of any others of the class, and so I left hiiu happily humming away, It ' s a long way to Mary Lou ' s, but my heart ' s right there. Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you. They were happily mar- ried about three months after Ellis graduated, and no ' li ' e in a little apartment in Harlem. I sauntered leisurely along a fe ' w blocks, when I decided that I needed a shave, and so went on a hunt for a barber shop. I had hardl}- gotten inside the door when I heard the piping voice of Nat Burchfield as he called out, Next Gentleman! Fate had been unkind to Insect, so he told me. You will recall that he was one of the most enthusiastic members of the Bachelors ' Club in 1915, b ut, would ' ou l)elie ' e it, that old rascal is now ()ne of the worst henpecked husbands you ever saw. The different branches of science had each Ijeen exhausted by Nat in a ' ain endeavor to find liis life work, when 1)} ' dire necessit) ' he was compelled to learn the art of manipulating the shears and razors that adorn barber shops for his daily sustenance. Aly business affairs called me to Chicago, and so I dropped into the uptown office of the New York Central and purchased a ticket for the west. As I was resting snugly in my seat that night preparatory to retiring, who should stick his face through the door but old Myhr White? There he came, a ponderous mass of flesh, his head bounded on th.e north Ijy a Pullman conductor ' s cap, on the south by a large double chin which merged gradually into a vast expanse of coat and ve.st, and on the east and west by a pair of ears which looked for all the world like the extra signals on the rear end of a freight train. His joy was unlimited when he saw me, and I soon realized that though he had gained in size physically he was the same old Myhr 22