Samford University - Entre Nous Yearbook (Birmingham, AL)

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Rw- THE l926 ' f ENTRE NOUS ,, X-f 322:33 i SCI'liO1' C1855 OH:lCC1'5 TH.fXlJI3EL'S IVEY . . . Presidenl ERNEST E. ALLEN . . . . . l'iff'-Pwsillefzt NAUFLEET SL'mJL'TH . . ..... Sefremry Donor..-xs BRASVVIELL .... . . . . Treasurer ROBERT BRADFORD . . . . Historian ELSIE DILLON . . . ..... Poet P.AxL'1,1NE RAY ........ Prophrt NIARLIN H.ARRlS . Rcporler 20 I ,- I., -,, .

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.'1QJ X 349, THE 1926 S ENTRE NOUS enior Class History .gr gf' ,UMING into Howard filled with that dignity acquired during our high school - seniority, suddenly, we, the Class of '26, realized that no longer were we digni- l Qlql tarier. In fact, we felt as unimportant as Burns' field mouse. VVee, temerous beastie, with a panic in thy breastie, describes perfectly the spirit of that green Freshman class which invaded Howard in the fall of '22,. U l'nder the able leadership of jep Dendy we made the best of our very trying year, coming out splendidly from under the yoke of the almighty Sophs. VVe flattered ourselves by thinking that ours was the best Freshman Class our Alma Mater had been blessed with Cor bothered byj and the glorious way we won over the three upper classes in Stunt Night proved us correct. Along with our class came the immortal Coach Cope, w ho led us to a 9-7 victory over Southern in the greatest of college sports-football. As we entered upon our second year, leaving behind us the habitual Freshman greenness, we felt better able to cope with school difficulties and looked eagerly forward to discipling the frosh. This year Gene Dawson was our able guide and inspiration in our more weighty matters of decision. Our class had become unified and was recognized as a very important body on the campus. WVe, of course, considered ourselves quite a bit more important that year than we really were, but where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise, as Gene says. Never- theless, when commencement rolled around we looked and considerd the year great, for Southern had failed to conquer in either football or baseball. In starting the third year in our history, once more sustained by Gene Dawson, we had a terrible blow near the beginning of school, in the death of our beloved Coach Cope. VVe were fortunate, however, in securing the assistance of Coach Gillem, who helped us again hold our friendly enemy to a tie-o-o. Although nothing outstandingly noteworthy occurred in our Junior year, it was the best of all to us, because we were truly upperclassmen, yet we had the immediate prospects of another enjoyable year together on the dear old campus. It was not until the beginning of our Senior year that we began to realize how near we were to the completion of our college careers. Glancing back over the preceding years, we wondered why Fate so cruelly sped us on our way. Our class is unique in one respect- Thus far our fortunes keep an onward course and we are graced with wreaths of victory. As far as football with Southern is concerned we managed to roll our score to zo against their 16 in this, our last, great gameg and never during our four years did we have to know the ignomy of defeat by them. Another victory that brought joy to our hearts was on Stunt Night. VVhen we, the Class of '26, won the decision over the three lower classes, we won the right to fame as the only class which has ever repeated a victory on that auspicious occasion. In this, our last and all important year, as grave and reverenced Seniors, we are being led by Thaddeus Ivey, chosen for his ability, amiability, capability, and other good qualities. He will lead us triumphantly, I know, up to the very rostrum, from whence we receive our long coveted sheepskin ll almost said pigskinl, which will be our best weapon in the coming battle of life. Certainly during these four years we have all caught some of the high courage of our president, whom no disaster or disappointment seems to daunt. May this courage last us through our lives, so that when the last roll is called for us we may still hold up our heads and fearlessly answer, Ad Sum. ROBERT H. BRADFORD, Historian. SCI'li0I' Class Poem Our day is donf. Our day is donr? Yon .rlofwly fw1'5!'rinf1 sun rnarks Ihr flow of In all Dafwn'.v rosy :plfmlor our Jay is jnxl our rfronfs llfrr. brgun. ll'r yield our jrlarr lo olhrrs, Lift' holds lo ur lirr llfilllllllllfl rujb, ,-15 oilzrrs for us llafvf donf. Forlnnf, smiling, bids us sup, Do not fzwrp for ux. ll'f' arr no! afraid. find pray do rm! sad farffwflls sing- IV1' ark Lift- only this lo giftw- Farm,urlls arf only fill fwr rnrfl again. Plan' us on ilu' lfiglnu-ay.: that fuu' may lrnrn man lfofw lo liqrf. Frsm Horn Dn.t.oN. Port. Zl