Huntington College - Mnemosyne Yearbook (Huntington, IN)

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But we must not linger here. Again for a moment we are on the street with its cinema-like progression, but almost immediately and with a sense of returning home we enter our favorite grocery-a sort of quasi- private institution existing for the sake of a limited circle of customers. Here the clerks are of a different type from the ones we found in the shop from which we just now came, understanding our individual preferences and constantly endeavoring to please us. One of them is a boy who is learning by the trial-and-error method. We tolerate, in fact we rather enu joy, his mistakes, even when they are at our own expense. Now we invade the sanctity of a strange shop-one of those provincial government oiices of Her Majesty, Queen Fashion. Here our position is reversed, and the clerk is a sort of superior creature, dignified, authorita- tive, as befits the representative of an absolute monarch. And so we complete our tour. But our taste for this form of diversion is not dulled, for our next excursion promises new experiences and sur- prises in endless variety. -W. C. A Twice Told Tale Oh, Grandpa, cried little Ellen as she came in from school, Please tell me a story about when you were young. Grandfather lifted the little girl to his knee. What shall I tell you about ? he asked. Oh, about the hay-rack ride that time you had .so much fun. Then Grandfather leaned back in his big rocker and his eyes grew dreamy as he brought back to his memory that beautiful day in September, 1925, when he was jogged along with his friends on the old hay-rack. He repeated to little Ellen the old college yells, and sang old songs that she had heard so often until she knew them by heart. He continued to tell how those on the wagons yelled and sang lustily 'when they passed through town. He told her of the games that were played and the exciting con- tests in which all joined and then of the blazing campfire and the delicious weiners which they roasted on the coals. Finally he told of the peaceful ride home in the twilight and the friendships that were formed on that well-remembered day. Little Ellen was delighted with the story and ran off to play with her doll humming the Alma Mater, leaving Grandfather musing in his rocker, his mind on the past. After a while he reached to the stand at his side and picking up pencil and paper he laboriously Wrote for some time and this is what he wrote--- MNEMQSYNE wmmmmfifi One Hundfrecl Nineteen

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But law, I s'ppose I'll have to set and rock! f'm MNEMQSYNE The Greatest Thing I Know 1Meditation in -a rocking-chair.J D yuh know sometimes I wish twas tl ue That a feller could do what he wants to do. Go fishin hunt er swim er sing Er anythin iist so it d bring Life ain t made that way so t cant be true.- But howsomevei jist to think W'hat times us fellers uster have' A-shoutin and yellin our very best While travelin in our hay-rack nest Out through the verdant country-side D yuh know Id kinda like to ride To-day back to that same old spot If I could hear them songs and yells Er see slim Lange in funny spells- E1 Tarzan sassin that team he drove' But law I s uppose I ll have to set and rock' Yes sir the gieatest thing I know Is to go where a feller feels he wants to No strings a holdln him back from play- No sir l1fe am t all work I say Let s have a tug o war agam Er pitchin contest Oh yes and then The races eats and cl1mb1n around Through weeds and over rocks and muddy ground That s life when yuh can play in such a spot Ill tell yuh somepln best' of all . I like the somber shadowed Fall Before the winter days have come When hay rack 11d61'S start to hum- That IS the time to wear a smile in And 11st to ride the time to pile in- Agam Ill get to see that spot And play with all the vim I, got Yes sir the greatest thing I know Is to go where a feller feels he wants to go! -Wilford P. Musgrave. H. -. ...W-... .mm-. ......-H..--.--...---mm.. um..-. ...--m... u jx? -um.. One H undred Twenty nmmuum 1 y , 9 7 I 7 7 ! ! 7 Us somepin' new. Oh well, I guess 1 , 1 y , 7 .7 7 7 . 7 9 3 ! ! Y 7 3 , n u 1 I ! , . . 7 , 3 go: 9 ! 3 1 ! ! 7 7

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mmnmumm1miJ nmmimmm ojmy .....r.la.iaLLmEMNaMosYnae The Delights of Shopping To most of us, perhaps, the weekly shopping trip is an event of pleasure. It is a sort of vacation affording a change of scene and of occupation and furnishing most agreeable diversion under the guise of necessity. Not that we must go-often the few articles which we pur- chase could have been secured without making a special trip for them. But the importance of these accessories is sufficiently magnified to provide the excuse which makes a virtue of pleasure, and we are off. What a thrill it gives us to mingle with the crowd, to rub shoulders with high and low in this favorite haunt of Democracy. Here is human nature in a wide range-the timid and the self-confident, the worried and the carefree, the trusting and the cynical, the vivacious and the morose, rustic and autocrat, tall, short, plump, thin, rosy, sallow, in ever-changing groups and contrasts-all with the same purpose as our own. Now we are on a side street. Opposite is a two-story building, from an upper window of which two girls are leaning, enjoying their lunch hour. Their attention is drawn to a miniature domestic comedy below. A well- dressed couple have parked their car and are proceeding toward the shop- ping clistrict. Sharp words are exchanged. As the two turn the corner the girls in the window mimic them perfectly: Jim, shut your mouth. Jim, shut your mouth. Ironically, He can't start itg it's in gear. Again, we see two children sharing the same lollypop, or witness a business transaction between two newsboys, or the discomfiture of a fop. Incidents such as these add spice to our observation of human nature But here is our old friend, Blank, whom We haven't seen for years. We must stop and renew our friendship by talking over old times and ac quaintances. For we can not allow our study of our fellow mortals to set us aloof from them. Indeed, are we not ourselves a part of the passing show to every other human being under whose observation we come? But now conscience prods our attention with the memory that the ostensible purpose of our excursion has not yet been fulfilled, and we pro ceed to make our purchases. Here is the five-and-ten-cent store, the Mecca of all ages and occupa tions. The sidewalk seems to extend to the very edges of the counters The clerks are public servants, perfunctory and reticent, approximating penny-in-the-slot machines. ' Two or three purchases in different departments lead us through the length and breadth of the place, permitting us to see the varied display and perhaps to discover some new product of the inventor's genius or an additional weapon for the combat with the high cost of living One H'1.mcl'1'ecl Eighteen