Mississippi College - Tribesman Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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Editorial e ENTLE reader, look not with a critic’s eye on this volume in which we have attempted in mirthful mood to picture to you our college life. Approach it in the ge- nial spirit in which we offer it to you, and you may be able to while away pleasantly a few hours which other- wise might hang heavily on your hands. As you scan its pages and en- joy its sports and jokes, you may re- call the pleasures of your own school days, and in its gallery of pictures you may see some familiar faces that it is pleasant to look upon again. 7

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Alumni and Alma Mater The real wealth of an educational institution is not found in the magnificent buildings which adorn her campus; not in the splendid equipment of libraries and laboratories; not in acres of land nor in million dollars endowment, but in the men who bear her stamp; whose faces have been turned in the right direction under her influence; whose minds have been quickened in thought and in action; whose hearts have been surcharged with noble impulses by the personal touch of faculty and students, and the wholesome atmosphere which pervades the place. Yes, by her fruit she is known. I he fruit tree may be good to look upon; its trunk may be stately; its branches may be shapely; its leaves may be symmetrical, but the real test of its worth is the kind of fruit that it bears. The factory may cover acres with suitable buildings; it may have in operation the most perfect and up-to-date machinery; it may have in its employ thousands of skilled workmen, but the factory is judged only by the finished product which comes from her planes, her spindles and her forges. 1 he story is told that, passing the college buildings at Cambridge one day, a cynic accosted a gentleman coming down the stone steps. “And what do you manu- facture here?” was the question. Power, sir, said the gentleman, who chanced to be one of the professors. “Oh, indeed! What kind of power?” “Come along with me, sir.” He took him into a room. The wall was covered with pictures. 4 ‘These are some of our boys,” said the professor, sweeping his arm. The cynic looked up. There were Edmund Spencer, John Dryden, John Mil- ton, Thomas Gray, Samuel Coleridge, Lord Byron, William Wordsworth, Lord Tennyson. They passed into another room, and there were Oliver Cromwell, William Pitt, Lord Palmerston, William Wilberforce, Lord Macaulay, William Thackeray, Bulwer-Lytton, Abraham Cowley, George John Romanes. “Do you see that seat there? That was Sir Isaac Newton’s; the one behind it Jeremy ' laylor’s; the one behind it Bishop Lightfoot’s.” Mississippi College for almost a century has been a power plant for the creation of personality, and she has been continually, year after year, projecting into the public life of our state and nation, and to the uttermost parts of the earth, clear thinking, stout hearted, earnest and efficient leaders, who have taken their places in every department of life. And should a cynic pass this way, I would point him to the governor’s chair, in which sat one of Mississippi College’s sons, and gave the state one of her best and most efficient administrations. I would direct to him the national congress, where is to be found two of her splendid sons, ably and honorably representing the people of their respective districts. One of whom, even before his seat had become warm, when one of the most vital questions concerning congress at this session arose, he came forth from obscurity and delivered one of the most masterly addresses ever heard in those historic halls. The veterans of twenty years of legislative experience rushed forward and warmly congratulated him upon his maiden effort, declaring that 8