Butler University - Carillon / Drift Yearbook (Indianapolis, IN)

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igog could do thing s, and once more lie essayed and man- aged an act in an undertaking, in which haughty beings and the Juniors and the lusty Sophomores and himself Ri- valled each other and played in a play. After that he set- tled down to academic things and became industrious in study ; then he disappeared and the campus was quiet many days. But on the next mund-up he appeared, confident, a Soph- omore. He bore clown u[)on the lesser ones, massed about a great tree, and calmly laid the now despised Freshmen low upon the ground, climbed upon their shoulders, plucked their flag from the tree with nonchalance and majestically passed on his way, victory in his heart. At the third round-up he claimed the golden Ijand of Junior upon his cap, and at the fourth, slionc with such cft ' ulgence that he needed neither label nor other ifislin- guishing mark. He held class meetings and made decrees, and the spring term elected to wear a long, black mlie and a square cap. as other Ijeings had done Ijefore him. Then he had liis picture taken and put in a Ijook that would drift to all corners of tlie world. He decided to make a last showing before he left, S(j he ga e a plav, coxering himself with glorv. That night he would eat with great ones that had gone before, and the next day he would graduate in the imposing robe and go forth from the college ]i(,rtals to assume the title that all gra e old Seniors wear when they go out into the wide, wide world. Lois Kile. n O

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8entor8 Cbc Class Ristory OX the day of the beginning of all things — the round up of students in the fall — there entered into the portals of the renowned Butleris Universi- tatis a timid and trembling youth. Fear clutched at his heart, for on all sides of him, along the dimly lighted halls, he saw terrible beings, disdainful ones, whose brows radi- ated the mystic word Senior; ones with Junior on hat- bands of silver, and others, fiercest of all, bearing on brist- ling pennants Soph-o-more. who held whispered consulta- tions, forming plans threatening his peace. He shivered and turned paler. Through an ordeal of awful documents, covered with hieroglyphics, all about credits and study schedules, he toiled, in a room where ancient ones sat at a desk, signing flaming orange cards. After this he lived in glassy-eyed anticipation of dire events, until one day he suddenly awak- ened from his fear — a power to be reckoned with. He looked about. He began to do things. Boldly he sought the college belfry at the midnight hour. The ladder swayed beneath his feet ; he slipped and nar- rowly escaped death, but a flag was planted there bearing his name, 1909. Then he looked about again and splashed much black and gold paint upon the venerable roofs and sidewalks. 1909 had declared himself. He was doing things. Next day the Sophomores charged upon him. 1909 was thrown to the ground, ignominiously dragged through the mud. his head soaked beneath the campus pump, his many yards of black and gold ribbon dangling, a few ragged bits of silk. But he had begun to do things, and after the stars ceased to dance before his vision he still did them. He decided to give a party, and he ga -e it upon Pleasant Hill. Maidens in gladsome garments were there and youths in brilliant ties, and there were ice and macaroons, and 1909 ' s party was a success.

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Cbe prophecy First Gypsy — Coin si dcya, coin se dado- ' Pukker mandc drey Romanes, Ta inande pukkeravava tute. Second Gypsy — Rossar-mcscri ininri dcya! U ' ardo-mescro niinro dado! Coin se dado, coin si deya? Monde ' s pukker ' d tute drey Ron Kuan pitkker tute niande. First Gypsy — Petulengro niinro dado! Purana minri deya! Tatchey Romany si men — Maude ' s pukker ' d title drey Roh Ta tide ' s pukker ' d munde. (First Gypsy — Wlio ' s your mother, who ' s your father? Do you answer me in Romany, And I will answer thee.) (Second Gypsy — A Hearne I have for mother! A Cooper for my father ! Who ' s your father, who ' s j-our mother? I have answer ' d thee in Romany, Now do thou answer me.) (First Gypsy — A Smith I have for father! A Lee I have for mother ! True Romans both are we — For I ' ve answer ' d thee in Romany, And thou hast answer ' d me.) One lay ill and our caravan had tarried long in the season when the feet grow strong and bear one away from the barriers to which the heart clings. Restless and filled with the old. strange longing for I know not what, I wandered forth into the night. Dark clouds sped before the April wind and darkened the light of moon and stars. But afar shone the lights of the city, and I sought the brightest and followed the crowd that thronged to see Mademoiselle Bettina as La Gitana. Ne ' er were gypsy feet more light, ne ' er were gypsy eyes inore bright than hers. The free inovement of her limbs, the proud tilt of her chin, bespoke the blood of the lords of creation. But how could a true Romany dwell here among the stifling crowds ? I returned to the quietude of my tent, but all night the pattering rain sounded the light footsteps of the gypsy dancer and the merry face haunted me, and with it thronged many others of the half- forgotten past. Morning came and I sought her, found her — but found not La Gitana of yester night. It is only the play, she said. Last night a gypsy, to- night a queen ; to-morrow — Oh, I am tired, tired! I want to go back to the old Hfe and old friends. Oh! you are a gypsy! Tell me — you can know all things — tell me of the