Milligan College - Buffalo Yearbook (Elizabethton, TN)

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wWMmM White, and that his lieart was still in the right place. As soon as his work would permit he came Ijack and joined me and we had a good long talk which lasted until the wee small hours of the morning. He had kept in pretty close touch with the difl ' erent members of our class and was able to give me some very much desired information regarding our old friend Bradley Shepherd. Bradley was tlie owner of a garage in Boston, and one of his favorite sayings is, Boys, I could make a lot of money here if I had not been educated in a school where character building stood first of all. Bradley has also supped from the spring of matrimony in the hopes of finding the water of happiness, but it seems that he made a poor choice, and his life is being made miserable Iw his spouse, who is at present one of the sufi ragette leaders in Boston. To Mvhr I must also attribute the good fortune of securing your address. He had noticed in the society columns of the Johnson City Staff, to which he still subscribes, that you were soon to leave the mountains of East Tennessee, wliere you had so long stri ' en to impart knowledge into the minds of the )-oung American hopefuls, and become the bride of a noted e ' angelist. 1 know that by this time you are very anxious to know what I am doing. Nelle, yi u kn(iw at school 1 was always more fond of sleep than work, so I learned tlie art of tripping the Light Fantastic Toe and am not boasting when I sa}- that I am one of the best in the city. My brain is beginning to fag in this effort to inform you of some of the h.appenings of our old classmates: the lights of the city are beginning to go out one Ijy one; I hear in the distance the stroke of the clock as it solemnly tolls the hour of one, and my hand can hardl) ' creep across the paper. Trusting that this ma ' reach you before tlie marital ' ows are performed, and that I may recei ' e a speedy reply, I l)eg to remain, Yoiu old friend, loiiN Prather. 23

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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

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fMM:WM ' MW- Senior Class Poem Year after year has taken flight. Till now they niimher four, Since through Milligan ' s open door We passed. A new, a strange delight Did thrill us then, and make us fight For something on before. But trials have come, as come they will. And thin our ranks have grown. Each year from us were torn Dear classmates one by one ; but still We rally ' round, and with a thrill Yet find we are our own. Dear classmates, through life ' s shifting ways, Remember Milligan still, Her every dale and hill. May our happy college days Be a gentle memory, whose rays Will light and cheer at will. The future bids us rise and go ; We can not linger here. Though it be very dear. On to the fight, nor dread the foe, Bvit ever through experience grow To gain life ' s noble sphere. N. B. 24