Taylor University - Ilium / Gem Yearbook (Upland, IN)

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Farewell From my study my mind often wanders, On the future my soul often ponders, A mystery, are the deeds it holds in store; So my thoughts, groping forward to grasp it, And my hand ever outstretched to clasp it, Shall they shrink from it? No! Nevermore. Many years have we spent in preparing, And gone onward till now, n ' er despairing; A hope that has not urged us on in vain ; Now the ship for our lives is completed, Shall the purpose it serves be defeated? No! ' twill sail on and sail on, amain. Now the harbor is crossed, but the ocean, What a vast stretch of constant devotion, Our ship of knowledge braves the stormy sea; But ' tis sweet, that an eye watches o ' er us And will brighten the pathway before us And will lead us through eternity. — Gerald W. Alexander. So your name is Rastus Jackson and your mother ' s name is Jones? Yes, sah ; you see she married again, and I didn ' t.

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■S£ 9 Senior Academy, The bay is crossed; now the ocean. The mighty stream has its beginning in the small rivulet that arises from an unknown or unheard of source, but the rivulet is soon joined by another and they in turn by others as they rush on toward the ocean. Each rivulet has its part in the mighty stream which gives so much to mankind before it reaches the ocean. Here it spreads out over a great expanse, touching and giving forth its blessings to multi- tudes. It is not confined to any narrow limits now, it is a part of the world. Therefore with your consent I will introduce to you the Senior Academy Class of 1920. We are a small rivulet which has joined the main stream and are on our way toward the ocean to become a part of the world. Some of us have been on our way a long time, for we have had to make long and tedious detours around mountains, ever hills, and through deep valleys. But at last we find ourselves bound together under the shadow of T. U. halls in a congenial, and sympathetic, goodly group of young men and women from the North, the South, the East, the West, and even from our sister republic, South America. And as we came from the various directions so are we preparing ourselves for the world-wide tasks and positions of life. Lewis Daughenbaugh, of Pennsylvania, our class president, joined us last fall after spending a year in the A. E. F. He is preparing for Christian work. H. Monroe Jenkins, another Keystoner, our vice-president, came back to us after serving two years with Uncle Sam ' s airmen. He is going to enter the ministry. Miss Etta Hall from Ohio, our esteemed secretary, is preparing for some form of Christian work. Beverly S. Whybrew, our small one from Michigan, also our class treasurer, is going to follow in the footsteps of his father and preach the Gospel. It would not do for us to leave out our social secretary, Miss Ester Heasley, of Michigan, because her frown of displeasure is as severe as her smile of approval is delightful — you see she has these qualities of the teacher. Now we have just lots of interesting folks, but space will not permit us to introduce each tributary of this stream. We have those who are going out as teachers, preachers, and doctors to the mission field ; preachers and Christian workers in the home-land ; business folk, such as our Alexander, the mining engineer; our Frances, the musician, and our Peggy, the stenographer. Yes, you see we have been joined here and there along the way by these various tribu- taries and have spent a good year together; now we are about to move out into broader fields of labor, and to supply the food and drink of knowledge to thirsty mankind. We have entered the bay and now we behold the ocean outspread in all its un- bounded expanse and possibilities. H. M. JENKINS.

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JUNIOR ACADEMY.