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

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old friends. You remind me of one of them, the mie who made the prophecy for our class in college. She foretold that I should become famous as an actress and that she should become a gypsy. But that was all in fun. When last I saw her she was a most proper schoolma ' am. Then I knew the brown eyes of Betty Bogert. (iladly I cried : I am she. And I was always ver} ' happy guiding the lives of many little ones until the springtime came, with its call to the stream and meadow and hills, and its strange will-o ' -the-wisp desire that never knows fulfillment. But convention held me until one day the officers dragged to my school a wild-eyed gypsy child. He stayed the winter and I loved him. Spring came. Together we followed the breezes, the clouds and gladsome waters, until one day. having wandered far, we came upon a gypsy band, his peo- ple. They welcomed the boy back to their midst and beck- oned and called to me: ' Tatto tu coccori pen ' , (Warm thyself, sister). When I sought to return, the child cried. The wild folk entreated me to join them; the waters called ' follow; ' the winds and clouds called ' follow, follow, O follow ! ' So I joined the Romany in their endless pursuit of the will-o ' - the-wisp. Oh, isn ' t it wonderful ! And did you learn to see the past, present and future — really? Betty breathlessly asked. No, I can not see all that. But the tatcho drom to be a jinney — mengro is to shoon, dick, and rig in zi (The true way to be a wise man is to hear, see and bear in mind), and if I ask, the stars and breezes and running waters will tell me. Won ' t you ask them where the rest of our class is and what they are doing? And this is what I learned in the loneliness of the night and what I told to Betty in the brightness of the morrow ' s svm : On the whimpering wind comes the tale of the mighty strife of the terrible Wallace, the woman-hater, and the valiant Edna Cooper, the defender of long downtrodden womanhood. She was leading a campaign for an endowment for But- ler College, to enlarge her lake for the acjuatic sport of the students and to conduct an exploration through Mars. She had appealed to Roger AV. Wallace, the great money king. She had appealed to his love for his Alma Mater, but he only gathered his dollars the closer. Then came the call for her to take command of the army of her sisters who were (Oppressed by the men tyrants, led by the great Wallace. They had only demanded their just rights and the terrible Wallace had employed his great wealth to destroy God ' s fairest creation. Remove them from the earth, he commanded. I sicken at the sig ' ht of them. Or, at least, give them a conti- nent to themselves. Then came the armv of the valiant Edna, armed with nature ' s own weapon, tongues, sharpened in many a bitter confiict, and with long, trailing gowns to trip and upset the

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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

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dignity of the tyrants, and with huge hats, speared through with lengthy pins. They pursued tlieir foes in highway and byway, until they, bruised and battered, begged their chief- tain to make peace with the fair general. Haughtily she answered him : Grant us our terms and give $1,000,000 to Butler Col- lege and you shall have peace. Broken and worn with the conflict, he yielded. At old Butler they celebrated with bonfires and ringing of the old bell. Two great banquets were held, at which our class was well represented. Behold ! In the men ' s hall the stately form of President Elbert Clarke is surrounded by many loving students. Dr. Frank Lawson, of the chair of Hebrew at Yale, gives a prayer of thankfulness. A noble soul shines forth from the deep blue eyes of the man who responds to the toast, Old Butler. It is Carl Burkhardt, the famous author of The Binding of the Golden Sheaves and the president of the class which enrolled the conquering and the conquered gen- erals. A tall, thin man, with a hunted expression, answers to the toast, The Butler Athlete. He is James Murray, sporting editor of The V)rld. He has just arrived on the New York express, after having been acquitted of the murder of Jaques L ' Onibre, who was found dead, under peculiar circumstances, in Mr. Murray ' s woodshed. The coroner found that the murderer had played the Vampire to ob- tain his victim ' s shadow. It was well known that Mr. Mur- ray had taken every fat-producer known in order to obtain a shadow, but at the trial the shadow could not be found on him and he was acquitted in time to attend the banquet. A portly, heavily bearded Teuton gives a toast, The Fair Coed. It is our own Nat Rose, now head of the depart- ment of psychology at Columbia University. Charles Manker, government interpreter at Ellis Island, and the oldest alumnus of Butler, responds to The Golden Yesterday. He also reads a message of greeting to Butler College from Charles Lee, the beloved pastor and president of the new South Pole colony. In the Katherine Graydon Hall presides, with sweet dig- nity, Mrs. Clarke, who would have been one of us had not unkind fate intervened. Elizabeth Brayton, who displayed wonderful courage as a Red Cross nurse in the terrible war with the Martians, talks of Butler ' s Noble Women. Among them she tells of Irma Nix and Lois Kile. Miss Nix had headed a movement to force Heidelburg to admit women on an equal standing with men. A professor of mathematics, who was most strongly opposed to the move- ment, was so captivated by her charms that he went over to her side, helped win her cause and afterward married her, when she became a quiet hausfrau. Lois Kile has become Baroness Fairface and has bright- ened the lives of many unhappy children in the colonies of England. Not far from our Peggy are the well-loved faces of Mabel Long and Margaret Axtell. During the evening they might be heard to discuss, learnedly, the best remedy for croup and whooping cough. Mabel has left a pretty home in