Union University - Lest We Forget Yearbook (Jackson, TN)

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VIEW OF CAMPUS

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3!unfor Cia00 ttetorp. A «S ALL GREAT events are chronicled in history, it becomes necessary Pfl that one oi such boundless weight and importance as the organization J I of our Junior Class should have a history entirely its own. If, how- ever, we should undertake to relate all the wonderful happenings of this cele- brated class, there would be required a much greater amout of space than is allowed us. For this reason alone, we shall give only a few of the most import- ant items. In the early fall we had our first meeting and, after due ceremony, elected as president, Mr. T. Scott Williams, who has proved himself an ideal presiding officer and of whom any class might be justly proud. Miss Minnie Morris was made vice-president, but since that auspicious occasion has returned to her home in Baldwyn, Mississippi, leaving that office vacant. Mr. Warner C. Barham was next honored by being elected secretary of this intelligent body, and throughout our entire brilliant career has shown marked ability in the preparation of his records. But it is before our grave and reverend (did I hear a dear Senior raise an objection?) treasurer, Mr. Flemming J. O ' Connor, that we bow in admiration. When we consider with what skill and accuracy he has managed our funds (?) we are overwhelmed with gratitude ! Miss Irene Echols, Miss Ludie Mayo, Mr. W. Garnett Foster, Mr. Lucius E. Crutchfield and Miss Bess McKevett were elected respectively prophet, his- torian, orator, grumbler, and poet, all of whom could readily prove, if they were only given the slightest opportunity, their remarkable genius. Their mental ability is recognized by each member of our honored faculty as being unparal- leled (at least we ' ve come to that conclusion, judging from the laborious tasks they thrust upon us). When, early in September, the Seniors, noble and aspiring band, first dis- turbed the even tenor of our way, we modest Juniors gazed with dazzled 24

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eyes upon their glowing countenances, marveled at their mighty deeds and bowed before their wondrous wisdom. We anticipated their wishes and listened well to their lightest words (and sometimes they were wondtous light !), and as we gazed at them with awe and speechless admiration, we poor deluded mortals wondered in our innocent souls what demigods have come so near creation. Imagine, if you can, what a blow it was to our innocence when we learned, to our utter amazement, that the Great Ones of the Earth were only mortal and that they, even they, did sometime err. We are inclined to believe that the class of 1904, with its superabundance of vanity, should have as its motto, I am Sir Oracle and when I ope my lips let no dog bark. We didn ' t bark until we found them out and so, You needn ' t expect it Seniors, You know it can never be, No need to even attempt it, I think you ' ll agree with me, That no matter how much you study And no matter how much you strive, You can never equal in brilliance The old class of 1905. We woul d say to the school in general, Learn a lesson from this class, Avoid the mistakes of these Seniors Or you ' ll come to a dreadful pass, But follow the lead of the Juniors And then the time may arrive When you ' ll almost equal in brilliance The old class of 1905. : 26