Millsaps College - Bobashela Yearbook (Jackson, MS)

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Valentine H. Sessions, A. B. Crystal Springs. Miss. He ' s honorable. And doubling that. mo.s7 holy. Y. M. C. A.; President, Right Royal Ramblers Club, 1913-14; President, Preacher ' s League, 1914- 15; Vice-President Preach- er ' s League, 191.5-1( ; Hon- or Council, 1915-16; Sta- tistics Editor, B o b a - shela. 1915-16. 23

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Frieda McNeil, A. B.. Jackson. Miss. And still the wonder grew. How one small head could carry all she knew. Class Secretary, 1914- 15; Assistant in Latin, 1915-16; Assistant Art Editor, Bobashela, 1915- 1(5. WILLI.4M Black Moore, B. S. Oakland, Miss, Handsome. se7isihle. popular — He was a man Take him for all in all. we shall not look upon his like again. Kappa Alpha; Sigma IJpsilon; L. L. S.; Y. M, C, A,; President, Pan Hel- lenic Council, 1914-1(3; Chairman, Y. M. C, A. Re- ception Committee, 1915- 1916; Member, Honor Council, 1915-16; Athletic Editor, Purple and White, 1914-15; Alumni Editor, Commencement Courier, 1915-16; Editor- i n - C h i e f , Bobashela, 1915-16, Vm. McGhee O ' Donnell. A, B, Sanford, Miss, Most wise, most learned, most just, A Christian man. G. L, S.; Y. M. C. A.; President, G. L. S., 1914- 15; Commencement De- bate, 1915-16; President, Y. M. C. A., 1915-16; Class Football, 1911-12-13-14-15- 16; Varsity Track Team, 1914-15-16; Varsity Bas- ket Ball, 1914-15-16; Y. M. C. A. Editor, Purple and White, 1918-14; Athletic Editor, Bobashela, 1915- 16; Fellow in Greek and ( hemistrv, 1914-15; As- sistant in Eng-lish, 1915- K;; Hall Master, M. P. S„ 1915-16; Geiger Chemistry Medal, 1913-14. 22

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Class Prophecy (Ten Years Hence) ' Tis the midnight hour that holds mystical lore When witches and elves may the future explore. O at the midnig-ht hour I stole softly into the glen, where the elves and other woodland sprites dwell. For I had sore need of magical arts and mystical lore, as my classmates, curious and impatient of time, wanted to know what life had in store for them. As I walked I heard little murmurs and low whispers, and finally I called softly to the voices. The Queen of the Wood- and Sprites answered my call and asked what I desired. Bowing low, I told her. She laughed a low silvery laugh that seemd to flow out and join the soft moonlight lying on the ferns and leafy trees. That is easy, for I have my casket that contains voices of the future, and see, I will open it for you. As she softly raised the lid a small sweet voice began to tell of a pretty, cheerful home of a Little Minister and his wife. I am the honeysuckle, it said, and I grow all over the small white porch where the minister ' s wife, whom he calls ' Fannie, ' sits and sews. I smiled for I could see Fannie Buck sitting on the porch and I could guess why she had planted honeysuckle. And then came the sweet-scented voice of the rose. I can tell you of Henrietta. She is very happy and her home as sweet as ' ha(w)thorn ' buds that ope in the month of May, for her life as College Professor ' s wife is a round of receptions and teas. Cock-a-doo, and the clarion call of a rooster burst loudly from the casket. I must tell you of my master. He is very fat and bald and jolly; he laughs and jokes all the time. He is a happy married man. Whenever he passes folks all say ' There goes Ross Capps, the happiest and most prosperous farmer in the country ' . There was a slight rustling sound, and then, I-ah-ah have a few words to say, slowly drawled a calm, deliberate voice, ah- concerning A. W. Garraway. The long- winded arguments of his literary society especially fitted him for an impressive, con- vincing, successful insurance man. He has a large office of his own where he is boss and a nice big home where ah- some one else is Boss. Well, is everybody married? I inciuired aloud. Oh, no, laughed a dandy old dandelion ' s voice, there ' s a good looking and dig- nified bachelor in our town. He is a successful lawyer and is much angled for, every girl that meets him is simply ' Carraway ' -ed with him. Gracious, I wouldn ' t have thought that T. Luther would be a bachelor; now if he had said Whoo! whoo! moaned the voice of an Owl. Why I would not have been so surprised if he had said Bill O ' Donnell, I stam- mered. Bill O ' Donnell? Do you mean Dr. William McGehee O ' Donnell, A.B., D.D., Ph. D., President of Millsaps College? He is a very proper and dignified man, I assure you, as wise as myself, but he is not married — he still has that moustache you see and ■ — but there I must tell of Dr. Harrison. He is well initiated in matrimony for he has been married for years and years — but he still flirts on the sly. He is head of the mathe- matical department of a girls ' college. I started to laugh at a funny thought I had just then, but was gently rebuked by a most dignified voice telline ' of Annie Lester, Dean of a great Woman ' s College and an example of goodness and honor to hundreds of girls. I always knew Annie would do something big, I mused. Well, said a saucy little voice, I can tell of her who was Mary JIcAlpin. She married an artist, I will not say what kind of an artist, but you have heard of the art of cutting hair I ' m sure. She still has her own way and intends to have it first, last, and forevermore. Mary, Mary, quite contrary, I hummed, Mary and Frieda Frieda? questioned a sweet fresh voice, why Frieda married a skillful, cele- brated Doctor. She is a perfect beauty and as sensible and level headed as ever. Then Chirp, chirp, and a little sparrow voice .sang, chirp chee, Fm going to tell 24