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Name: William C Dugard (child of student 1940)
My dad, John Dugard enrolled in 1940 and finished 2 years later . Our family lived in a one story home(on the campus) that was converted to house 2 families . My friend Earnest Pinson, Jr, father was a professor at Clarke . At this time I was in the 5th and 6th grade . Spent many a time in a pear tree in our front yard . Have often wondered where Earnest was ?
Kim McLendon Jones
Class of: 67-69
Story_Memory: My dad, Jerome McLendon attended Clarke from 67-69. My mom, Wanda worked in the business office and she was the Dorm Mom from 68-69. The two years we spent at Clarke are filled with so many fun memories. The first year we were there we lived on what was then known as Preachers Row. Believe me God definitely had a special calling for these men and their families for them to stay here and finish school. The reason I say this is because the houses on Preachers Row would definitely not be featured in an issue of Better Homes and Gardens Magazine. During the winter time our shoes would literally freeze to the floor. Dad used to joke around and say he could lay in bed at night and watch for falling stars (literally). We didn't get to go home to visit family much because money was hard to come by. Dad always knew that if we could make it home there would always be a family member that would give us enough money to get back to Clarke. Dad and mom had planned a trip for
this particular weekend and we were all so excited. Mom had come home from work and she and dad were counting the change we had saved to buy gas. Well there was a hole in the kitchen floor and yep, you guessed it. The quarter rolled over into that hole and mom cried and cried because then we didn't have enough money for gas. We came in the house one day and walked to the back porch to find that the washing machine had fell through the floor. Sounds pretty funny now but it wasn't back then. But because of God's amazing grace and the amazing friends we made there on Preachers Row we will have memories to last a lifetime.
Herbert A. Bourne
Class of: 1973
Haircuts in Jackson
I did not graduate from Clarke but was there for about a year and a half. I was not an ambitious student and had to leave or be suspended for a second time which mostly was due to my failure to attend class. I do have some very fun memories of Clarke and looking back consider it as one of the most interesting and strangely rewarding times of my life. Many stories are running through my mind and each just as wonderful as the next, but the one I chose to tell is about the strange haircuts Ken Hicks and I got during a bad trip to Jackson. It spawned a most dramatic results that would last for days, well, I guess a lifetime.
Ken and I decided to hitch-hike into Jackson for the weekend, but it turned bad leaving us bummed out. We had to sleep in an Episcopal Church and the next morning while trying to figure out what to do to get back to Newton, some teenagers saw us and yelled, "Looking good hippies." (Ken and I had probably the longest hair at Clarke) so we decided it was time to give in and cut our hair. We got a conventional haircut which the barber was obviously thrilled to be removing the hair of "these hippies" so it was uncomfortable to say the least. We got back on campus and as people started to see us the started mentioning our haircuts so much we were actually wishing we had not gotten it. We kept hoping something would happen to take away the attention, so it was welcomed when "Bird" came to us and told of his strange plan to cut his hair. His plan was to shave his head except for one place in the back of his head which he would tie with a leather strap. He also planned to dress with
a half tee shirt with the words, "when in doubt, hit the rack" (a phrase used by Ken Lovell that is yet worthy of many more stories) cut off shorts and mid-calf boots. Hicks and I saw the opportunity for this to make the comments on our haircuts end, so we encouraged Bird to do it. He did. Dean Vaugh was so impressed he banned Bird from chapel, and the mention of haircuts did end.
I have many interesting stories from that time, but as I told Rick today in our first conversation in 40 years, I just wish I had known what an interesting time those days would prove to be. I was not a good student and so the academics certainly did little good for me, but the wonderful and interesting people certainly enriched my life.
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Brenda Box Wilder - Class of '71
Story_Memory: The memories from Clarke College are strong. The friendships, the music building, concert choir, gospel quartet, and serving God meant so much. I'm still in contact with Buddy McElroy, Danny and Bettye Jones, Bob and Martha Pennebaker, and Rita Brashier Harmon.
I now have a Ph.D. and teach music at Tougaloo College in the Jackson, MS area. I am married with two grown children and eight grandchildren. Three grandchildren live with me and keep life exciting. I still love the Lord with all my heart and serve him with my life and especially music.
Alden Presley -Class of '52
Students read the Bible "round the clock", and of course I took an hour around 2 A.M. and wondered why when I had to get up.
I remember Ms. Browning drilling us on "don't use each and every in the same prayer". I fondly recall my roomie Charles "Barney" Barnes, often saying, "Lord, I thank you, that I'm not like my roommate."
By the way does anyone have information about him, is he still living? etc. I haven't heard from him since graduation.
I remember Toby (I.C. Harrington) singing in chapel, "Lord I'm coming Home." Wonder where he is. Ya'll let me hear from you.
Steve Sallis -Attended 1970
"Everywhere you go...."
One Fall afternoon in 1970 (the only semester I attended CMJC)I was on the back balcony of the men's dorm with Dean Vaughn and a few other students. While there, Dean Vaughn made the statement, "Everywhere you go you'll run across someone who went to Clarke College." I remember thinking something like, "Yeah, this is such a big school the world will be flooded with Clarke alumni."
Not long after leaving Clarke, I lived in North Mississippi. Where I met Clarke alumni.
Later I moved to East Texas where I met Clarke Alumni.
Next I moved to Ft. Worth, TX, where I met Clarke alumni.
Then I moved to Northeast Louisina where, you guessed it, I met Clarke alumni.
Finally, I've moved to New York state and, guess what! I've met Clarke alumni!
Chester Estes Jr - Class of: '55-'58
One Night in The Girl's Dorm
Story_Memory: I came from Ocean Springs, MS , having finished HS in May 1955. I surrendered to ministry on March 5, 1952, FBC, Ocean Springs. After that Wednesday night I was told by my preacher, W. R. Storie, you're getting ready for Clarke College . Well, I arrived on campus in August '55. That was when it all came together.
The Boy's Dorm was on the corner where the present Fine Arts Building now sits. The Girl's Dorm was across 'The Circle' that later became the Boy's Dorm. Sometime in October '55 on a BSU trip to MC in Clinton I had begun to have a relationship with a beautiful, blue-eyed blond from Union, MS. Her name was Shirley Gomillion. She was my 'seat mate' on that BSU bus -- all day!
As our relationship began to grow, the mornings were always a welcomed anticipation; the evenings were a "I cannot wait 'til morning comes" thing. One night sitting in the Girl's Dorm living room with Shirley I slipped my arm up over the back of the couch so as to put it around Shirley's neck. Mother Mac (McGauh), the Dorm Mother, came in out of her apartment. Calling my name she said, "Chester...." while shaking her head negatively I put my arm back in my lap. I knew what she meant. I was afraid Shirley would be in trouble, so I responded with, "Mother Mac, I will not do anything out there (on the campus) that I would not do in the Girl's Dorm living room." I meant that.
I proposed to Shirley on December 12, 1955, and we married on April 26, 1956, after a torrid romance of almost eight months at CMC. That was more than 55 years ago, now. Our only child, Chet, was born on February 3, 1977, after 21 years of marriage. Now, the bottom line is this. God brought us together from very diverse backgrounds. Clarke was there for us as with so, so many who can tell the same story, and we have never forgotten "the little Baptist Junior College in east central Mississippi" which became known as Clarke 'Matrimonial' College! God bless the memories! (c)
Jeanette Camp Bates – Class of ‘74
Don't Have a Favorite...
There are so many memories of my two amazing years at Clarke College, it is impossible to name a favorite. However, I can name quite a few things that flash through my mind--David McArthur acting up in choir, Gloria messing up in a performance of the "C"'s and Mr. McElroy letting us have it!, David Carr's funny faces and corny sayings, Rickie Tilotson and the Science lab, Belinda never studying and yet making better grades than I, Singspiration each evening, mystery meat in the cafeteria, the wittiness that was Bryan Burt, falling down the stairs during piano/organ jury, popcorn smells in the girl's dorm, the Lottie Moon Christmas star, Melita playing the piano, the choir performing the "Hallelujah Chorus" at First Baptist Newton, walking to Fred's and Miley's grocery store, the gas crunch, "dog-n-suds", people sitting around with guitars, singin praises to our Lord...I could go on--I'm so thankful there was a Clarke College.
Mary Martin Cartwright- Attended ‘62-‘64
Mother Mac and the Strawberry Shortcake Incident
Although I did not graduate, I felt that Clarke was my home away from home. Everyone there made this backward country girl feel at home. For that, I will be eternally grateful.
I have this one particular amusing memory.
We were in the middle of the valentine banquet and one of the servers dropped strawberry shortcake down the back of Mother Mac's dress; we were all stunned. There was dead silence for a minute, then the laughter started. The server (I don't remember her name) was mortified and tearful, but Mother Mac, with her usual grace and dignity, assured the young lady that the world was not coming to an end just because she spilled the dessert. This incident made my respect for Mother Mac go even higher.
I was heartbroken when I heard that Clarke was closed. This school did such a wonderful loving and Christian service for all who attended. She will not be forgotten.
Billy Cagle -Class of: ‘79
"If you had a kjv bible you would know"
I was in my New Testament class when Mr Dunnaway was talking about a passage in the gospel of John. Mr Dunnaway stated that scholars were not sure if John was saying this or if he was simply quoting Jesus. There was a guy in our class who was about 70 yrs old who decided to come to college. When Mr Dunnaway made that statement the old gentleman replied "Well Mr Dunnaway, if you had a red letter bible like I got, you would know!"
The class fell out laughing because the guy was SERIOUS!
Needless to say our proffesor didn't laugh.
Judy McCollum Pearson
Years Of Attendance: '69-'70
Thoughts of Clarke Memorial College bring nothing but sweet memories. Concert choir with Buddy McElroy. Singspiration in the old auditorium...forming a huge circle and singing praises to His name. Meeting Sue Jones my senior year in high school and listening to her pray as though Jesus were simply standing in front of her! Jello in more ways than I could have imagined! The singing Christmas tree! Wearing an overcoat until we got off campus if we had on pants. Walking to town and cruising down the elevated wooden sidewalks. Going to the "soda" shop to get a "coke." Sitting by the highway watching 18 wheelers go by, and trying to get them to honk. Simply sitting under a tree on a bench to think, pray, or just enjoy the beauty of the campus. Feeling like I was so grown up, being away from home (about 35 miles!). Pop McGaugh. Dr. Melton. Dr. John Carter: Sitting in his class, reading the chapter he brought to class each day ( He was writing the book that was our curriculum.)...yelling "Amen" when the prayer was finished, since he was hard of hearing. Having him ask us one day if we truly thought an unsaved man would be happy in Heaven...to which I responded, "If he went to Hell first he would." Going on concert choir tour with Mr. McElroy! Meeting people who so influenced my life for Jesus.
I thank God for my short time at Clarke. Precious, precious memories!!! I would start naming some of those who quickly come to mind, but fear I'd leave out others. PTL for Clarke!!
Arjeanetta Campbell Cary
Alumni - '87-'88
My First Baptist Retreat
My first year at Clarke I met Sonya. Sonya was a student and member of the Baptist Student Union. She had the most beautiful voice. I went to one of the meetings and I was drawn into the club by her beautiful singing. I later joined and this is when my adventure began.
Just like anywhere, breaking the ice begins with getting to know your surroundings. Clarke College was the place where everyone was just like one big happy family. The atmosphere was warm and cozy. It was home away from home. As a resident assistant (RA), it helped me to build close relationships with a lot of the girls.
My most memorable moment at Clarke was the Baptist Retreat that I attended. We sat around a camp fire and told stories. Some were funny and some were scary. The horse back ride was the most horifying experience of my life. We were given instructions before we began. Such as, do not do anything that may frighten the horses. For example, kicking them in the side or making loud unusual noises. I thought to myself that this would be a piece of cake. Lord was I wrong. There were six, seven, or maybe eight horses in a line.
We were following the line leader. We were following this path in the woods and all of a sudden this horse came from behind me running. My horse took off behind him and all I could do was scream and lie my hand down on the horse and hold on. I know the horse ran about a mile and half with me before someone caught up with me and stopped the horse. I was told all I had to do was pull back on the bridle and the horse would have stopped. This was my first and last horse back ride.
I have three children now and I have told them a lot about the good times I had Clarke College. When I told them about attending Chapel every Wednesday morning, they sighed. Even though it was required, I really enjoyed it.
I recently enrolled my nine year old daughter in christian school here in Starkville, MS and now she understands a lot of what I've been telling her. She attends chapel every morning before class and I see a big difference in her during our church services on Sunday mornings. She asks a lot of questions about God and the Bible. She also tells me of stories she read at school that relate to the stories in the Bible. I have no regrets of making Clarke College the first college I chose to attend.
Alumni - 1969-1971
We call her Juanita
We call her Juanita I entered her class. Unprepared like a sculptor’s cold gray lump of clay Unsure, uncomfortable, confused and afraid.
I held no form, no shape, and no color. Like a sculptor she saw the inner form, the potential, the finished form. She pounded, kneaded, lead,
pushed, teased inspired, tested and challenged. She gave me shape, form and color. She placed me in the furnace and cooked me under
the pressure of her lessons. When she finished I stood before her informed, confident, full of knowledge, self assured and without fear
Ready to conquer the world. Thirty years have come and gone – I honor this teacher, this sculptor of minds
All I am, all I will be, is from her. We called her Ms West, she was our teacher, friend, mentor and sculptor.
She saw what could be, she gave me potential and promise
Now I call her Juanita.
Terry Mahan 8/1/06
Shoot out in the Sound Booth
While at Clarke in the 70-71 Academic year, we had a fad going around. Certain students were purchasing Starter pistols that fired 22 cal blank caps only. Gun fights were breaking out on campus daily, primarily on the circle. The hit theme movies where the Clint Eastwood Spaghetti Westerns. However some faculty members were not paying attention. Three young enterprising practical jokers (Jim Miller, Bob Amos and myself) decided to have play a joke on our speech/drama teacher Miss Juanita West. We were preparing for a drama presentation (maybe a musical type - do not remember which) and the three of us were working in the sound booth above the Fine Arts auditorium. We decided it was time to have some fun with Miss West. So we planned a argument and fake shoot out (to demonstrate for her how we had improved our acting skills) We sent Bob down to ask Juanita to come up to help us with a problem. When she arrived Jim and I were in a heated argument over the "Problem", Jim yelled he had enough of me, pulled his pistol and fired three shots at me, I cried grabbed my chest and dropped. We thought Juanita was going to drop also, she turned pale, squealed and almost had a heart attack. Through our loud and hysterical laughter, She swore eternal revenge against the three of us. I do not believe she ever completely trusted us again. Oh the foolish innocence of youth. Mind you Juanita was so much older than the three of us, I and Bob were 22 yrs old Jim was the old man at 25 and Juanita was ...lets say a little older than Jim... but not by much. Still "SHE WAS THE TEACHER", she made sure we had no doubt about that.
Submitted by Nelda Hall Cole - 6/21/06
My Story Title: The Candy Bar
There were seven children in our family and we were pretty poor. My parents did not have much money, so they didn't buy any soft drinks or unnecessary groceries at the store. We lived on the apples, plums, fresh vegetables, popcorn, and peanuts that we harvested from our garden.
During my two years at Clarke, I gained at least 30 lbs. Those late night trips to the candy machine definitely contributed to my weight gain.
My friend, Bobbie Smith, (the little, bitty, petite person that she was) volunteered to help me lose weight by holding me accountable. She came to my dorm room every night to see if I had done my sit-ups.
One night, she knocked on the door. I was so startled because I had just bought and started eating a Babe Ruth candy bar. I knew she would "rake me over the coal" and make me get out of bed and exercise. So, I sat down on the candy bar and told her to come in. I thought Bobbie would never leave my room that night. After I convinced her I did not feel very good, she finally decided to go back to her room. Needless to say, the flattened Babe Ruth was not very appealing to me anymore so it ended up in the garbage. I did have to change pj's though.
Submitted by: Bob Amos - 5/4/06
Alumni '69 -'71
I remember one day during one of Pop's classes he was teaching us about different sea creatures. He picked up a Portuguese Man O' War and said this is a Portuguese Man O' War, and soon as he said that he dropped the jar and it broke in pieces. His statement was "that was a Portuguese Man O'War and this is..." and he continued with his lecture without missing a beat.
Submitted by: Bob Amos - 5/4/06
Alumni '69 -'71
When I first arrived at Clarke I became friends with Terry Mahan (we later became roommates). We were seen together a lot and everyone thought we were twin because of the our age but they could not figure out how we had two different last names and from different states. We enjoyed keeping everybody guessing how we could be brothers and not have the same last name.
Submitted by Terry Mahan - 3/26/06
I wish to bring one more memory to you. How many of you knew 'Pop' McGaugh?
My memories of him in Zoology Class my freshman year are great. He was a wonderful teacher, who cared about what he taught and who he taught. We were not just students to him, he made us feel like family, through his love and excitement for science we grew to gain the same excitement. He became a friend and mentor to many of us. I looked forward to my second year studying Botany under his watchful eye at Clarke.
Unfortunately,this year started with the Tragic loss of Pop. It was a major loss for all of us at Clarke and for many who studied under him in the past classes. I still feel a great deal of honor to have been one of the students who carried him into the Science Building and to stand by him during the time of his memorial while he laid in rest there.
Not all memories are joyous but this one for all it's pain still brings a smile because I remember the man who laughed, loved and taught us. A man who is a giant in my memories, he not only gave me a interest in science but a understanding of life and all it's thrills offered. His memory will always remain with me, along with a tear and a smile. Praise God that one day we will meet again, at the feet of Jesus.
Submitted by Terry Mahan - 2/5/06
Alumni '69 - '71
One of the Great Traditions of Clarke College was the lighting of the Lottie Moon Star. Seeing that star lit up in all it's brightness was a great event in the life of a Clarke student, however for me when I think of the star I also remember the work and love that went on before this major event. The effort to raise money brings back many great memories.
As a freshman I really was ignorant of who and what Lottie Moon stood for, I was new in my faith and only knew that God had called me to His service, around November of '69 Dean Vaughn called me into his office and asked me if I was willing to do some work to help raise some money to light the star and I innocently agreed. He took me, my room mate Bob Amos, Billy Aires and a some other fiends whose names grow dim with the years down town to a local store. Parked in front was a Semi with the back door wide open and fully loaded. Our job was to unload it. We had a great time doing this work but even as a young 22 year old my back hated me for several days afterward.
But that first Lottie Moon was worth it when I saw the star lit and fully came to understand what the Spirit of Clarke was all about. To sacrifice until it hurt so good, caused tears to run down your cheeks with joy over what had been accomplished. My sophomore year I was ready and eager to start, blisters from raking leaves, who cared, sore backs from moving furniture, again it did not matter, raising the money to support Foreign Missions was what it was about, enabling missionaries to spread the Love of Jesus and His precious word, to see that simple wooden star shining over the Girls Dorm erased all the discomfort.
Our hearts were lifted up with Joy. What a Great school Clarke was and what great love came from its Spirit and this love still rolls out and the message of Jesus is still spread. God Bless all those who came before me and after me. Mine was just one small voice but combined with all Clarke alumni voices it is a roar for Jesus.
Submitted by Terry Mahan -12/22/05
Alumni '69 - '71
My Clarke Memory: When I arrived at Clarke, like many freshmen I was a 'little' unsure of myself and what to do. I checked in at Huddleston hall and was given my room number and directions to the room. Second Floor, turn right, go to end of hall, turn left last room on the right. Can not remember the number now but I can still remember Dean Vaughn's instructions and still can see the hall and rooms in my mind.
When I got to my room this giant of a man greeted me at the door. He scared the daylights out of me, I had never known anyone so big. This guy filled the door way completely. Turned out his name was Larry Gatewood and he was a sophomore and my new roommate. As I unpacked and got settled in, I learned that Larry's heart was as big as his physical size. Oh by the way anyone who knew Larry might be interested to know that he is now a retired Jackson Ms police detective and living, last I heard, in Tennessee.
Any way back to my first day, toward the end of the day I heard a loud ruckus coming from down the hall, Larry went "oh no" and told me to stay in the room. He went to the door and then I heard him tell someone that they could not have his "Little brother". The crowd left and Larry returned and told me that he had just saved me from a welcome by the upper classmen of the Dorm. Less than an hour later the sophomore men returned for me, Larry refused to let them in for me, and a minor scuffle began. They decided if they could not have me they would take Larry to the showers and soak him instead. Their intended plan was to place me under the back stairs and dump a load of ice cold water on me.
It took four or five guys to haul Larry to the showers, after much laughter, yelling, and struggle, Larry came out of the shower, bone dry. The classmates who had taken him in all came out soaking wet. Great way to be introduced to college, Christian brothers and have a little fun all in the same day. Oh yes, Dean Vaughn conveniently disappeared during this entire event. He was good at disappearing when He deemed it wise. Such as when we had water fights in the halls, but that is another story.
Submitted by Marie Benefield 6/6/05
Girls Dormitory Demerits
Ladies do you remember the demerits we sometimes earned? Due to our hall representatives? Well i remember one time--Mother Mac had to be away one weekend and left Miss Wesson in charge of the Dorm. Most thought she couldn't hear what went on downstairs. I won't mention any names but several of the girls got in a water fight on the far end of the first floor one night. Since I was the hall monitor, I frowned on seeing water spread all over the hall floor and the adjoining room and warned the girls to get that water out of the floor. I had never lived in a nice house of brick and could not abide seeing anything happen to the beauty of the house. Now all of these girls were well-behaved Christian ladies, but the kept on throwing water no matter what I said. So being very conscientious of my duties, I proceeded to give every girl who participated the full amount of demerits I could give. On Monday morning I put them on Mother Macs desk and went to my first period class. When I returned to the Dorm she was sitting at her desk and called me," Marie, come in please;she asked me what in the world had gone on and asked if I hadn't been a little rough on the girls. I told her if she had seen what I had seen she would have been rougher on them. Needless to say, they had to forego "all'" the normal privileges, eat alone (with no boys). and have no dates, among other things for 2 weeks. At the time it didn't seem so funny but to look back on those 2 weeks it was hilarious. Some of them had steady boyfriends----what a disaster!!!!!!!! Remember that girls!?!
Submitted by James Parker 4/21/05
Alumni 1972 - 1973
Dr. Carter's forgotten knowledge
One of the great privileges many of us had was to be able to sit at the feet of Dr. John Carter. Dr. Carter could have taught anywhere he wanted but he chose to stay at Clarke and bless us with his scholarship. I remember one day after one of his Christian Doctrine classes, he had a little time after class and there were several of us preacher boys who engaged Dr. Carter in a Q & A session. One young theo log said to Dr. Carter trying to impress him I am sure: "Dr. Carter, I would love to just have the knowledge you have forgotten." Dr. Carter in his own inimitable way with his head shaking and peering over his glasses said to this young man, "Young man, are you suggesting that I have forgotten something?" The rest of us roared with laughter.
Submitted by Commander, Lindsey's Raiders 4/21/05
Lindsey's Raiders Strike
Since the Statute of Limitations has expired, I would like to remind those who were in attendance during the 1970 - 1972 session of one of several "raids" of Lindsey's Raiders (individuals shall remain unnamed by me) for your reading pleasure and the exercise of your funny bone.
The season was Fall on the Clarke Campus and the sun had set beautifully in the West - as it has done for thousands of years. During one of the evening "bull" sessions in Huddleston Hall, a certain recently discharged Soldier was recounting some "war stories" to the jocularity of all present. Somewhere toward the end of the laughing gathering, a thought slid very circumspectly, for there just happened to be several M-80s in the arsenal of this veteran.
Having been quite the enthusiast for loud explosions, whether from hunting weapons or "bombs bursting in air," the Commander regressed to his younger days of "bombing" the Illinois Monument in the Military Park at Vicksburg, MS - a former abode during his high school years.
Having said all that, the plan was laid that we should give the ladies in their dorm a bit of unexpected excitement. Donning our most concealing garb, we stealthily made our way over to the side of the cafeteria that faces the ladies dorm. A door into their basement, shaped like a big "|_|" was cast in concrete. According to the "law of acoustics," that particular shape with that particular material will give any quite good amplification to anything loud.
Working cautiously, a one (1) inch piece of cigarette (we did not and do not until this day, smoke) was lit and placed on the end of the "waiting to exhale" object.
Having ensured the fiery weed was solidly lit, the escape ensued with military order and haste. Retiring to our bunks in sleeping regalia, the expectant raiders awaited the culmination of their concerted effort, which came about 6 or 7 minutes after the laying of the ordnance.
Upon hearing the report, a lot of Huddleston's residents moved to the back stairs that led outside. One person who was there when the greeting was expressed (the explosion), said it lit up that side of the girls dorm and he could see the tennis courts very plainly.
Needless to say, Dean Vaughn and Mr. Burt made the rounds wanting to know if anyone knew about the explosion, to which all who were asked lied through their teeth, or tooth if you are from Arkansas - Judy Karen (Eason) Whitlock and Linda Ann Nail being the exceptions.
Speaking of whom, she was asked the next day what the reaction had been. I was told most all had jumped convulsively at the sound. There were a couple of noteworthy reactions too. One, someone fell/jumped off the toilet. Two, someone was caused to have their continence fall into question.
Do any of you ladies, present during that time, have any recollection of this night?
This mission was carried out with the intent of causing something joyfully memorable to etch itself in the memories of all present. I am sure the unnamed party whose "continence" failed has definite recollections of that night.
I am sure you readers will be happy to know that the LR Team successfully caused the formation of "Bird's Air Force" to never become a reality. The team members and residents of Huddleston Hall know the reason(s).
Submitted by Odus Jackson 4/14/05
Retired, Gloster, MS
Going Home For Christmas
Peggy and I were excited about the upcoming Christmas holidays. Neither of us had stayed away from home for any length of time. Amite County was a long way off for us two homesick people. We were excited about the trip home in our old green 1956 Ford. The car was packed, the children were dressed, and I had one more class to attend before heading south. My last class was with Dr. Carter. He gave a passionate talk about the holidays and the trips many of us were about to make. It appeared tears were forming in his eyes. They were in mine! He then, very lovingly, leaned across that old podium behind which he was standing, looked us in the eye and was about to speak! I could hardly wait for this great Christian's word of wisdom. He had warned us that he was about to give us a word of wisdom. I waited, what seemed an eternity. He spoke: "Don't act a fool and get killed before coming back to school", smiled and wished us all a Merry Christmas. That wasn't the word
of wisdom I was waiting to hear, but it really was a WORD OF WISDOM FOR US AS WE HURRIED HOME! Thanks, Clarke College for giving this poor boy an opportunity to get started on a journey of pastoral ministry which lasted 40 years and continues beyond retirement.
Submitted by Don Wainwright 4/01/05
Alumni 1950 - 1952
Prayers For A Word of Head
One of my many memories of my CMC days still brings a smile to me now, but brought quite a bit of embarrassment to me then. I had the privilege of leading the music in a revival at Summerland, Mississippi (and by the way, it lasted for two weeks), and one evening just before the sermon, I solemnly said to the congregation: "And now, let us bow our prayers for a word of head," I wondered why some suppressed laughter burst forth from the congregation, and I understand why after the service when I was told what I had said. Not too long after that incident, I was attending a Mississippi Baptist Convention meeting, and after a morning session, I saw President Earl Green talking and laughing with a group of "big preachers." Seeing me, he called out: "Don, come over here a minute." I dutifully, but apprehensively joined the group, only to have Dr. Green identify me as the culprit who had made misspoken himself in such a manner. Boy, was I embarrassed!
Submitted by Rick Henson 3/20/05
Late Night Search for Randy and Bill
Late one night during the spring semester of my freshman year the one phone in Huddleston Hall rang about 2 AM. Someone came and got me up. My roommate, Bill Brown, who was from New York, and Randy Whitlock, who was from Illinois, had caught a ride to Jackson to see their girlfriends. Bill called me and asked me to come and get him and Randy at the Pearl exit. This was the price I paid for actually owning a car while at Clarke. Not wanting to ride alone, I woke up Randy “Cajun” Stockfleth, who was from Belle Chase, Louisiana, and he agreed to go with me.
We took my 1967 Mercury Comet, which had a funny gas gauge. Sometimes it was accurate and other times it was not. This night it was not. Cajun and I ran out of gas just west of Pelahatchie. The gauge showed over ¼ of a tank, but still we hit the road walking. Good thing it was a clear spring night. We walked several miles when a nice man in a pickup truck gave us a ride to a gas station in Brandon. We borrowed a gas can, bought some gas, and I paid the gas station attendant to give me a ride to my car. We got my car up and running and I was totally out of money. We went to the Pearl exit, and Bill Brown and Randy Whitlock were nowhere to be found. We came back towards home and found them hitch hiking somewhere near Forest. They slept all the way home. I never did go back to sleep and even made Mrs. Burt's English class at 8 AM. I never did get reimbursed for my gas.
If you are reading this, Bill Brown in Georgia, and Randy Whitlock in Illinois west of Indianapolis, you still owe me for my gas. I figure with interest over thirty-two years, it should be worth at least one letter from each of you. My address is: Rick Henson C/O Oakdale Baptist Church, 1872 Hwy 471, Brandon, MS 39047. I would even take an email at firstname.lastname@example.org
Submitted by Benny Still 3/11/05
Sammy and the Night Visitors
Another memory from Benny.... I was hall-proctor for the 2nd floor West of the Men's dorm for a semester or two. I had mastered the art of "reproducing" Dean Woodie Burt's signature....so, we decided to have a little fun one night at Sammy Chisholm's expense. While Sammy was off preaching one night....or maybe while he and Linda were on a date.....some of us guys stuffed a bunch of his dirty clothes into some pants and shirts....making stuffed dummy-like men....and put them in his bed and covered them up to look like guys sleeping there. I faked Woodie Burt's writing and signature on a note and put it on his door which revealed that the "dummies" in his dorm room were representatives from the Alabama Convention that were staying over night and had to be up and out by 4:30 the next morning. We put a mattress in the middle of the floor between the two beds for Sammy to sleep on....and told him to be very quiet....as these men were extremely tired and didn't like to be disturbed after they had gone to sleep. We told him we picked his room because it was the cleanest and neatest on the floor. We saw him come in and horsed around with him a while....and then we all ran to the other side of the dorm so we could watch through the window as he entered his room. Sure enough, he read the note, shook his head in disbelief, turned on a lamp....and tip-toed around in there and undressed and got ready for bed. We saw him disappear from view to the mattress below.....then we watched him rise up again and turn out the light. The next morning at 4:30.....I heard his alarm go off.....since I was only two doors down the hall from him. Then I heard him say, "Gentlemen...it's time to get up!" A pause. Again, "Gentlemen....it's time to get up!!!" Nothing! A pause.....and one more time, "Gentlemen, it's time to get up!!!"...... and then......a blood curdling..... "BENNY STILL, I'M GONNA KILL YOU!!!!!" He woke up everybody on the hall....and we all were laughing our heads off!!! That morning at breakfast I thought he was going to make good on his declaration from the mattress on the floor. It seems that he had tried to arouse the sleeping "dummies" to no avail....then he had reached up and grabbed their "legs".....it was only when one of their legs came off in his hand that he finally realized that he had been had!!!! Such was the dorm life scenario that I will always remember! Sammy's with the Lord now and we all miss him....but one day, perhaps he'll get the opportunity to do a little lighthearted payback for the practical joke I pulled!!! Oh yeah, "A merry heart doeth good like a medicine, but a broken spirit results in osteoporosis of the soul!!!" (Proverbs 17:22, B.Still Translation)!!!
Submitted by Randy and Janie Johnson - 3/8/05
Alumni 1970 -1971
Newlyweds and Missing Slats
Just a very funny memory that has brought us many moments of laughter. Randy and I came straight from our eight hour honeymoon, to our sweet little abode there on campus at the end of Davidson Street. We knew none of our neighbors and had set up our house the weekend before so that we could just walk in and live. As we prepared to retire that very first night, we realized that someone had removed the slats that held our mattress on to our bed frame. We just looked at each other and climbed into the twin bed in our extra bedroom. After several days of crowded sleep, one of the neighbors decided to come calling. They asked if we were missing anything, to which we replied,” No, not that we know of." Finally, after a few more days they came bringing them home to us. What a relief! Also, what a laugh among new friends. It made for lots of teasing, but also lots of "ice breaking." Everyone was in the same boat on our street. It was fun to share what we had, and gain friends for a lifetime. After thirty-five years of marriage, those days hold dear memories of learning to depend on each other, really communicate, and love through thick and thin. We are proud to see old friends, and know that their journey has been good also, from that precious time till today.
Still serving Him,
Randy and Janie Johnson, Class of '70-'71 .
Submitted by Benny Still- 3/8/05
Who Wrote Hebrews?
Gee, there are so many!!! Here's one that still tickles me when I think about it: Dr. Carter was teaching a class on the third floor of the Education Building that used to stand next to the Fine Arts Building. He had left his car running as he finally made it up the stairs and taught the class. Because of his "shaking" he had to hold on to the podium to steady himself...and even then, he still "shook" as did the podium. He asked the question, "Gentlemen, does any one of you know the authorship of the Book of Hebrews?" Most of us looked down and away from him hoping that he wouldn't call on us for the answer. I don't remember which one of us had gone to sleep that day, but Dr. Carter called that young man's name.....with a wry grin on his face.....and once again asked his question: "Mr. _______, can you tell the class who authored the Book of Hebrews?" Duly embarrassed by his having gone to sleep in Dr. Carter's class, and frustrated upon having been awakened by Dr. Carter....he stated rather sheepishly......"Uh, uh....I'm sorry, Dr. Carter. I forgot!" Dr. Carter brought us all to a state of roaring laughter when he held tightly to the podium...which was still shaking...and stated....."Gentlemen, did you hear that? The only man in modern history who has known the authorship of the Book of Hebrews and he FORGOT!!!!" ---------
Benny Still, Class of 1972
Pastor, 1st Baptist Church of Grand Bay, AL
Submitted by Nancy Pilgrim Giles - 3/6/05 (1st Clarke Memory Page Submission)
Prayer Rooms and Friendships
My name is Nancy Pilgrim Giles. My father, the late Rev. Herman Pilgrim, and my oldest sister, Beth, went to Clarke. I loved being at Clarke.
My favorite memories are going to the Prayer Room. You just felt God was there with you in there. Sometimes you couldn't even pray, but you knew He was there.
I loved the music of Clarke. The choirs and singspirations were great. One of my favorite teachers was Alice Davies. She was fantastic. Another favorite was Mrs. Woody Burt. She was so sweet and friendly. You could always count on people at Clarke.
I remember one time Ginny Neal and I were walking across the campus. We stepped off onto the road and something broke on Ginny's crutch. Just as she hit the road, 2 Clarke guys got out of their car and helped Ginny up and we walked into the dorm. I didn't even have to ask them for help. They came on their own. That was Clarke. Students were always around when you needed them. Clarke was a great place, a great Christian spirit and great friendship. I will never forget Clarke.
Nancy Pilgrim Giles
Submitted by Ginny Neal - 3/6/05
Mud Slides & Substitute Brothers
Nancy, I don't remember that particular incident, I don't doubt it, but don't remember it. (see memory above) There was more than just one incident (as far as slipping or sliding down in foul weather or on freshly mopped tile floors, or having some malfunction of crutch or brace) and always one or more of my Clarke "brothers" was there to rescue me in my predicaments!
Johnny Lollar, no doubt, will recall the memorable slide I made on a rainy day down a muddy curb across from the girls' dorm. He gave me his white men's handkerchief ( you can imagine what that red clay did to that handkerchief) and then kindly dragged me up out of the muddy red clay. Well, I felt I had truly found a kind of substitute brother, my own brothers being absent from the Clarke College scene. Johnny's good natured laughter made it easy to laugh at myself and quickly get over my total embarrassment at being literally covered with red clay mud! Guess I was in a little too much of a hurry and not paying attention!!
Although it seems like there was always the blessing to be able to count on the kindness of friends and strangers, there was never a place quite like Clarke in that way. Thanks for getting the Memories page started off. I hope many others will add something to it and look forward to reading other Clarke Memories. There must be a million memories between all of us.