Millsaps College - Bobashela Yearbook (Jackson, MS)

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Senior Class History. On the pages of the last three volumes of the Bobashela will be found an authentic history of the acts and deeds of the members of this noble band of Naughty-niners during the first years of its existence. It will be sufficient then to refer briefly to the history of that period in order that I may hasten to tell you of their last year in College. In November, 1905, there gathered together a band of Freshmen, hailing from all regions of Mother Earth — from Russia, from China, from Mt. Nebo, Hominy Ridge, Sullivan ' s Hollow, and even from the Class of 1908, to make up this mighty body, now known as Seniors. Our history that year and as Sopho- mores was fraught with no greater deeds than are usually accredited to the ver- dant Freshmen or the gay young Sophomores. But as Juniors we saw the need of the College for leaders, so we laid aside our motto, Where ignorance is bliss, it is folly to be wise, and adopted the more appropriate one, As we pass through life let us live by the wayside, and proceeded to notify the au- thorities that in us they had found a Class of real men and women. We volun- tarily took it upon ourselves to awaken each morning the sleepy body sitting just in front of us at Chapel by singing our very original A Hole in the Bottom of the Sea, and in many ways to add sunshine to College life. The modern form of foot-ball not yet being modern enough for us, we refrained from such horrid pastimes, supplying, however, three for the ' Varsity Basket-Bail Team. In ora- tory, in society, in debate, and in making grades, we excelled, and in every phase of College work could be found the jolly Juniors. And now we come to the last and greatest period of our life at Millsaps: the period during which we were known as Grand Old Seniors. Of the sixty Freshmen, only two Co-eds and ten men have stood the test and passed the many Rubicons along the arduous way to Seniordom. Many (like Lot ' s wife) had stopped to look back and had been turned into pillars of Freshmen, Sophomores, and Juniors. When in September we lined up in our long-aspired positions in Section I., we knew that we were entering upon our banner year. In spite of the fact that we were few in number, we were always found fit for the occasion, and we were noted for our unity and class spirit. And our daring and bravery have caused others to look on in admiration. For, like that immortal band, Pickett ' s Brigade, which, weary from years of struggle and seeing their comrades fall, charged up the hill into the very jaws of death, just so did we charge upon Geology, Political Science, and 24

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Mv Love. I love my old Geology And everything that ' s in it; I always keep it at my side And read it every minute. It ' s better than a picture-book, It ' s better than a toy, And as I turn each precious page My heart is filled with joy. Oh, see the squid, the darling squid! A funny kid is he; The petted, pampered member of The mollusc family. Oh, see the shining asteroid With petals like a flower! I often gaze upon the page, Forgetful of the hour. And when I ' m feeling sorrowful I know just what I need : I open my Geology, And then begin to read. And so I love Geology And happily peruse it; I ' 11 keep it always at my side And never will abuse it. And when I come to pass away And leave this world of woe. Just give me my Geology — I won ' t care where I go. 23

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Chemistry, which still held possession of our diplomas. A record of our noble struggle can be found only on that dignified, self-enunciating volume in the Sec- retary ' s office and on the Book kept by good St. Peter, just within the Pearly Gates. As is natural, the leaders of College life came from the Senior Class, and, as is becoming to our dignity, we have stood aloof from all partisan strife, posing as umpires on such occasions as the annual Sophomore-Freshmen pitched battles. We have given vent to our loyalty and college-spirit in many ways. Some thought seriously of stopping over for another year to act as pilots; and many nights have we burnt the midnight oil that our Alma Mater might excel. Our geological tour marks an important period in history. Early in the ses- sion we visited several points of interest in the State — the I. I. and C, for ex- ample — gathering data, which will always be very helpful and interesting to us as well as to our State. It is indeed a great Class. There is not one in College who takes more pride in his class than do the members of Naughty-nine. Our greatness is shown by the attitude of the less fortunate Juniors. Like the spoiled children they are, and forgetting the law, Obey and respect your superiors, they tried, through their weekly. The Rip-Saw Hoodlum, to appear as great as we. To the eyes of the unappreciative world we may seem ordinary, but we are glad to say that some of its more intelligent men (our Alumni) have awakened to our superiority and true worth and are going to welcome us into their midst by an unprecedented banquet. Four years of our history are nearing completion ; only a few weeks more and our College career will come to an end. Many pages are yet blank, but are to be filled with the doings of a business world. We look forward with much anticipa- tion to the time when we can enter our various life-works; yet we cannot help feeling a tinge of regret that the time of final separation has come. As we bid farewell there comes over each of us ' ' A feeling of sadness and longing That is not akin to pain, And resembles sorrow only As the mist resembles the rain. The Historian. 25