Union College - Stespean Yearbook (Barbourville, KY)

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60 THE STESPEAN iniiiiiniiiniii li nm iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii LATIN CLUB Lillic Owens President Stanley Faulkner Vice President Gertrude Philips Secretary and Treasurer Miss Carter and Miss Ruef Sponsors

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THE STESPEAN 59 riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNiiniiin{niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiiiiii!uiiiiiii!iiiiiiiiiii!i!ii:i: Then I heard Father ' s voice: I ' m very sorrj ' , Mr. Bradford; it was only a careless mistake of one of the Ixiws, (Jf course 1 will pay for the actual damage caused by the cnws. They agreed upDii a suitalilc figure, and Mr. Bradford concluded: I would have charged iiu more, liut there is a possibility that one of the cows will die, and — well, I didn ' t want to be too har I on you. ( )f course if it had ln ' cn anyone else 1 ould have charged more. 1 slipped into my clothes and went down to face the worst. Father di l not s])eak to me at once, but as soon as Mr. Bradford left he led me ,gen- tl - into the drkshop. As he took down the Clolden Rule, he said, Son. you know ho ' 1 hate to do this, but 1 do it to remind you that duty and re- sponsibility come before anything else. 1 hope this is the last time that I shall ha e to do a thing like this. I had nothing to say. Then there was music in cam]). I ha l always Ijeen a fair mathematician, so I figured about ho ' long that rule would last. A few more licks and the stick would reach its elastic fatigue and go to pieces. But m - calcu- latfons were wrong, for when heather had finished his jol) he hung the Golden Rule back on the wall as good as ever. As 1 looked at it there, aided by the peculiar sensations in my back, I made a final decision that the old yellow- ruler shcnild never be taken down again for my lienefit. In a few davs that instrument of punishment (lisai)])eared and the clue was never found as to its whereabouts. (Jnly once was it mentioned 1 - Father, and that was one day wdien only he and Mother and I were at din- ner. One remark was made but it set me at liberty, l)ecause when Father spoke of the unaccountable disappearance of the Rule, 1 saw a smile and a wink slip off his face, directed towards Mother. Then he took my plate and as he passed it to Mother he said, How about another piece of pie for our lair nian ? ' .And I knew that all was well. Homer Hieronymous. College ' 27. I ish I were a poet. And had a pen of gold ; I ' d write a poem very long Like Tennyson of old. But alas I ' m niit the poet. And try as though 1 might I ' ll never write a poem. My head is all too light. H. H. ' 27.

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THE STESPEAN 61 YE OLDE TYME LATYNE CLUBB Yes, e now hri e a Latin Cluh in Union Ciillegf — the first organization of that kind ever in Union — and we all sincerely wish for it a long and vigorous life. The club was organized during the fall term by Miss Carter, our beloved teacher and confidante in all things; and Miss Ruef, vho occupies a high place in our regard, has been very kind in helping us carry on. It is composed at present of the Caesar and Vergil classes, and all beginning Latinists who make hi,gh grades. W ' e think the club a great inducement to beginners to study hard and thereby become affiliated with this great and noble organization. The primary aim of the club is to learn more Latin in an entertaining way, and to disci er hidden treasure in the Latin language. We have our Latin songs, readings, and games, and shocking? we play cards. But they are Latin cards, ha ing real educatitmal alue. We have spent several pleasant and profitable evenings in this manner, and hope to spend many more. We think that our motto should be O. Julius Caesar, thou art mighty yet, es- pecially when we have a mighty lesson to conquer. In this way our Latin has grown to mean more to us, and to be so much more interesting. We ha e changed Mark Antony ' s words to read We come to praise Caesar but not to bury him. Latin is dubbed by some a dead language, but we are ver}- much alive, as ' ou will perhaps agree from our pic- ture; and so, I atin clubbers, and others, get busy and boost the Latin language, and especially in the Latin Club, for we get profit out of anything in proportion to what we put into it. Right lustily we sing to the tune of The Old Oaken Bucket: That time-honored Latin, That iron-bound Latin, That moss-covered Latin Which hangs on so well. — Roy Nelson, ' 26.