Millsaps College - Bobashela Yearbook (Jackson, MS)

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T D D n I T I n H Some t ' me in the future when you are reminiscing about your college days, you ' ll likely remember that old brick walk to the grill, over which you strolled with your friend or sweet- heart to get a coke and listen to the juke-box. You ' ll remember waiting for her — or him — on that bench near the clock in Murrah Hall, or by that old drinking fountain right under the clock. Maybe you ' ll have the slightly unpleasant memory of some practical joker shoving your head straight into the spray when you bent to get a drink. Freshmen will recall those tight little skull-caps and those bare skulls, and will remember secretly wishing that someone would appear on Freshman Day in his or her real sleeping attire instead of pajamas or nightgowns. Sophomores won ' t forget those afternoon labs when the sunlight outside was so bright it seemed a pity to waste it. Seniors won ' t forget conferences or comprehensives. All students will share memories of Tap Day, of golf behind the Grill on warm afternoons, of daily scanning of the bulletin boards for announcements and assignments, of that Thursday per week when the PURPLE AND WHITE piles up on the radiators. There will be common memories of night classes, of lazy day and night strollings about the campus, of mornings and afternoons spent in research and amusement in the library, of the yearly conflicts between Choctaw and Major. The Clee-Club ' s annual state-wide tour is a stand-out, and Dr. White ' s plays re already immortalized in those scrawlings on the wall behind the stage. None of us is going to forget the morning of December 8, 1941, when about half the student body gathered in the chapel to hear President Roosevelt ask Congress for a Decision. Yet little of all this is new. The faculty has always been as much a member of the student body as the humblest freshman or the noblest Senior. Thousands of students have gone through all this in the fifty years Millsaps has stood; and thousands more will go through it in the years to come. These are only a few of the little, memorable, daily details of campus life. Behind them stand fifty years of Millsaps scholastic traditions, culminating m the Semi-Centennial celebration this year — 1942.

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He is a member of the faculty, but he is also one of the gang . Not his the heavily pedantic manner in the classroom or out. One of his outstanding characteristics is a classroom manner as refreshing as a breeze from that electric fan which hangs from the ceiling of his teaching preserve, Room 10. He is from a family of Millsaps professors (his father was one and inci- dentally had a BOBASHELA dedicated to him ' ) Once he himself was a mem- ber of the Millsaps student body. He was an activities man, being Comics Editor of the PURPLE AND WHITE, and perhaps his present good nature and interest in extra curricular activities are a left-over from those days. Certainly he is still the student in spirit and outlook, though the teacher in application to his duties. We feel pretty sure, knowing him as we do, that he will make some wise-crack about being the subject of the sentiments expressed here. He takes himself that lightly. Not so we, his students and associates--his friends Respectfully we dedicate the 1942 BOBASHELA to that well rounded personality, that dog show enthusiast, that pedagogical humorist, that proud father, that rattling good history professor--Dr. Ross H. Moore.