Bucknell University - L Agenda Yearbook (Lewisburg, PA)

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1Klinet ?=l£iGbt. z Rl ' LV school life ' s like a year, Thtf four seasons all are here. When we ' re Freshmen it is spring All is green and everythin,L( In its verdant richness spreads; Buds are swelling, ditto hearts. Then the Juniors, autunni they, Summer ' s brightness passed away; And like fruits, a ripened crop. Hearts are ' ginning now to drop. Then conies summer dear and sweet, Scattering roses at our feet. Not so changeable is she As the spring is apt to he. Heads grow wise and bodies strong As the summer flies along. Winter means the Senior class, Like it swiftly by they pass. 3 elled buds, sweet flowers, soft fruits gone. Poor old winter ' s left alone. But for Seniors do not weep. For like winter ' s snows they ' re deep. Truly school life ' s like a year, The four seasons all are here. But we ' d rather summer be. Brightest of them all is she. W hail thee, summer, with all thy wealth; From silver cup we ' ll drink thy health. Poet.

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We come back, and are saddened by the si ht which greets mir eyes; ' gS ' s baby-clothes are being fought over by . ' horde of monsters and prodigies. Too bad they are here, yet they are the only Freshmen we have, so we must be content Fearing lest through verdancy or inexperience their historian will be unable to adhere at all strictly to tlie truth we venture to give them some mention in this history-. Soon, too soon, the world knew that the Freshman color was red — a bloody, anarchistic red. The girls placed conspicuous bands of it around their hats la letter to Ruth Ashmore might have saved them from falling into monstrous violations of good taste), and the male members of the class had flaring red banners sewed upon their coats with the clumsy stitches of a bachelor patching his pants in poverty. We lined up one morning just for a study in scarlet. The first man through took off his hat so solemnly to us that tears of compassion for his childlike simplicity filled our eyes and we were unable to see the rest as they hurried through with quickened step. Our narrative now enters its conclusion. The 22d of February has again rolled around. A banquet scare seemed to be the proper thing to feed the infant ' 99, so we gave it to them; they almost bit our fingers as they gulped it down. They btgan to cry when we seemed to have gone and left them, but one of ' 97 ' s all-wool-and- a-yard-wide brilliants ( pardon the mixed condition of our metaphor; we use it for its extreme appropriateness i — told them not to cry, but put up a flag, for we were all away and so would not be able to binder them. This they did, but the light of day never dawned upon their nefarious work. Within an hour after the thing was raised we had torn it down, and the stars and stripes were floating in its place. The next day it snowed, and in the interclass contest, true to our failing, we took more firsts than any other class in college. Xow comes the event of our course — the Sophomore banquet. We got off clear and clean and were near Sunburj before the Freshmen learned we had gone. They hardly knew what to do until some unprincipled members of ' 97 instigated them to pillage our rooms, and in many cases to destroy our properly. This was an outrage and we were advised to seek reparation through the law, but the work was done by a few muckers, for ' 99 as a class had voted against any such conduct, so we allowed the matter to pass in disdain. At many places in this account of our deeds we have been prompted to work in angel-bedizened figures of speech, but want of space bade, so we beg of you to take this plain tale as it is — our yearly offering to the altar of truth. PIistorian. for-

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Class of 1llinct ? 1lline (lolov : CRIMSON l ell: RAH-RE-RIO! RING! CHING! CHAXG ! BUCKNELL ! BUCKXELL ! NINETV-MNE! IROttO . Non Oiiis seel ijuid. ' President Vice President Secretary Treasirer Poet Historian ©ft ' iccrs J. C. HAZEN LEROY HALL . LAl ' RA L. ALLEN MARGARET A. THOMAS . J. H. BUCKMINISTER B. W. GRIFFITH