Mississippi College - Tribesman Yearbook (Clinton, MS)

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BOOK ONE The Classes

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Freshman Prophecy We can foretell the future of our class only by recounting our short history and analyzing the present conditions that surround us. The majority of classes of former years have come into college under conditions so similar to each other that scarcely any distinction could be made. Not so with us. That most important and impressionable time in every college man’s life, the first half of his freshman year, when habits of thought and action are being formed that will last a lifetime, this we passed in a time of war, of social upheaval, of unparalleled revolt against national and international traditions that have bound the world for centuries. Strange indeed, if when we go out from college to take our part in the construc- tive work of the world, we do not bear the stamp of our time evident upon us. Not that we think of this all the time. Our aspect is as usual, and we are no doubt as fresh as the rest of them were. But at intervals over each one of us comes a seriousness, when he think that our country will call us before we can finish our course. And then the air grows tense with a subdued energy as we resolve to do our duty unflinchingly and even gladly. And here is the significance of this for prophecy: that the characters moulded in this time of stress will express themselves in fitting deeds later; that the stu- dents of ’21 will be more earnest and diligent than those of any other class; that they will climb higher up the stairs of success; that they will bring to pass more for the good of humanity; and that the men built under the great shadow will be strong to bear up under any lighter shadows that may come in after life. — Prophet. Freshman Poem Short is our time To build our minds and train our hearts to God ; We study while we may; from college life Stern duty bids us on. Some eves the boys’ rough cries Sound far away, as voices in a dream Where autumn’s haze rests on the sleeping earth ; Ah, that the world could sleep ! But God has called. Soon will we leave to fight for liberty; Our nation bids, and not a man turns back. We face the front with an undaunted joy. —Poet. Page Eight