University of Central Missouri - Rhetor Yearbook (Warrensburg, MO)

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Tl- P ge 156 nts Monk writing CWITI-I APOLOGIES TO LONGFELLOWJ The night is cold and clark and dreary: I write and my brain is ever weary, And the blots still fall from my scratchy pen, While the old clock strikes half past teng And the night is dark and dreary. The pages are cold and blank and dreary: l write and my brain is ever weary, And the old clock ticks in a doeful tune, You'd better get to bed pretty soon, pretty soon: And the pages are blank and dreary. Be still, sad heart, and cease repining, Beyond the blots are the blank sheets shiningg Thy fate is the common fate of all. . Onto each sheet some blots must fall: Some pages must be dark and smeary. V. M. ' Qixamtnatinn Quang Hail the season of notes, printed notes! Blurry sheets from which the sport glibly quotes! See him worry, all a-Hurry, L Through the strenuous exam, While his brain, one time so furry, Boils and bubbles in its hurry To set down the things he crams Keeping time time time In a sort of rumlc rhyme To mlmeographxc thought waves While the professor ln his frenzy gloats At the notes notes notes notes At the reeling and spelling of the notes THEN TO FLUNK' S OWU tl' W1 6 . il h . i I -1 I , , y , l . . . I y t 3 - . c I g , L........... ' 'TQQV H.i::T1,,.ag,i,fj.-,..,1',s,,,,,.,,,,gg,,,:'..,, :tt ,j,j,,, W ,,,A, Q 21, H 7, k fs N Q K K Y j rl V5 15,1 i r

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gr' sf---W - v ----:. :, .Y -,,Y,-..m, N -V, I A Qpril A tiny shower, a sunbeam wee, A budding of the great bare trees, A throb and stir of Mother Earth, A'violet's and a crocus' birth, A mating call from distant hills, And echoes sweet but ever shrill, A joy of life in every vein, A song in spite of gloomy rain, A smile that one cannot suppress, A happy thought e'er to express, All in a month of wondrous days, Ah, April, 'tis thy name we praise! L. I-I. W. Zin Ziaappimzss uf Spirit Hot days try one's spirit roughly, Through all those things around it. Cold days stir the life-blood To accomplishment. . But what of pleasantness or bliss There be in any clime, There is no sense of freedom or fairness To be found, like that Which exults the spirit of a man On days of balmy air, The sky is wide and clear And colored by the smooth and gradient Tones of blue, that form A background for the still, soft, clean-white clouds. ' V. H. l9l4. Page I5

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Wm. 'Bradshaw: Do you serve 1 lobsters here? Waiter: Yes, sir, we serve every- body. Sit down. Mr. Walters fin chemistryj: To- morrow we will take arsenic. I-I. A. Phillips: What are you doing, learning anything? G. Smith: No, sirg just listening to you. You can bluff some of the teachers all of the time: you can bluff all of the teachers some of the time, but you can't bluff all the teachers all the time. If you want gas or hot air, come to me. I give full exhibitions of my natural generator every hour.-Brad- 'Y' shaw. , Phil. Baldwin: May I kiss your baby sister? Ruth Robertson fdisgustedlyjz Yes, if you're too big a coward to kiss some one near your own size. Of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: live flunkecl again. I fiunked in Latin, I failed in Chem, The boy said with a hiss, And now I want to find the guy Who said, Ignorance is bliss. N. Chaney Qhiking for Presbyterian Churchj: lVIy! but I'm tired. W. Carter: Well, why are you going so fast? N. C.: I've got to get there before I'm worn out. Geneva Young: Do you know I'm a great artist? I drew a hen so natural that when I threw it into the waste basket it laid there. Diefendorf: lim getting tired of this busy life. I'm going to get a position where they will give me two vacations a year, six months each. .gn Mrs. Morris: Well, when the robbers broke into the house what did you do I Dr. Morris: Do? Why, just what they told me toy I've never had my way in this house yet. ' Page IS7