Mississippi College - Tribesman Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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McArthur. Langston. Gandy. Pack. Mangum. Franklin. Ratliff. Blass. Taylor. Saunders. Jones H. D. Taylor. Page Sixteen

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Sophomore Prophecy As 1 was seated on my front porch one fine morning in 1950, an aeroplane lighted in front of the house on the lawn. An old gray haired man was helped from the machine and approached the house. Eising to meet the visitors I immediately recognized the venerable Prof. Wallace with whom I was intimately associated in my college days. The aged visitor took a seat and we entered into a conversation at once. The discussion drifted back to college days. “Well, do you remember that 1 promised my Sophomore class in 18 that 1 would make a tour of the globe in my eighty-third year? 1 have fulfilled that promise right recently. “Leaving my home I crossed the Atlantic in my touring plane and made a tour of England. When in this country 1 was surprised to meet the Ambassador from the United States who was a member of the class of ’20. From England I journeyed to distant parts of the world. “While in Alexandria, Egypt, I was pleasantly surprised to find that one of the great Universities of that city had been founded and successfully managed by a prominent member of the Sophomores of 18. Into India another Soph, had made his way and as a result a great commercial company had sprung up under his guidance. “Of the class of 20 there are theologians, scientists, philanthropists, philo- sophers, politicians and diplomats; laywers and statesmen, all of them guys who have sure enough beans on their shoulders. The whole class is made up of men enjoying the best of health, with a high moral standard, and great intellectual endowments, all of which have aided greatly in the world’s improvement since the Great World war. “Taking the class of ’20 as a whole 1 believed it to be, and now know it to have been, the greatest of all the classes graduating from the grand old institu- tion.” — Prophet. Sophomore Poem The twilight blurs the splash of fire Where glowing purple tints peep through The chinks between the western clouds And pearl gray showers feebly brew. Above, the milky rim of moon In pensive watch lights up his face, And shyly casting here and there He goes his silver way apace. The crooning chirp of nesting birds And some glad insect of the night In song upon a fringe of grass Is blended with the dying light. Oh, Youth; Oh, Man: Oh. Womankind! Come here and sit for one brief hour And I will tell thee of all truth As here reposed in Nature’s Bow’r. —Poet. Page Fifteen

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Ballard. Wallace. Adams. Baldwin. Ililbun. Norris. Clark. Pegues. Snyder. Nolan. Page Seventeen