Carleton College - Algol Yearbook (Northfield, MN)

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JUST T0 DREAM Just to dream-to let the oars float Idly on the stream at will, Just to watch the flickering shadows Shift o'er meadow, vale and hill. Just to rest-to note the willow Clothed in tender, perfect green, Deeper elnis, oaks, elders, niaples, All the varying shades between. Just to listen-while the robin Trills his swelling notes of love, Cheers our spirits with his gladness, As of angel songs above. Just to heed the brooklefs murmur, Rippling, whispering on its way, Telling us wierd, curious stories Of the fishes at their play. Just to let the fancy wander 'Mong the storied knights of old, Who for fame or love went journeying Ever forth on ventures bold. Just to dream-but ah! the bell tap Calls us back to work again, All our dreaming, sighing, Resting, reading, seem in vain. Just to dream-but ah! our dreaming Can no nobleness attain, If no deeds our lives ennoble, These no strength, no power attain Just to do then-noble doings, Just to think-to speak-our best, Then amid brave, true endeavors, Gain the worthv, needed rest. J zo'

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seen any head yet but she sat opposite me between two pretty girls. I passed her the bread and she looked at me so I felt cheap. Jones says I got squelched but I know she's all right anyway and urges a fellow to eatplenty. Went to a pow-wow the other night and you'd think you were in a pack of Indians from ,the noise they made. We fellows all sat on the floor and then they'd yell for some one to speak or sing or do something of that sort. If he didn't do just right they'd yell Hgestures, platform, louder, hip, and try to rattle him. After telling us new fellows a lot of times how many state oratoricals Carleton had won and hammering it into us that we had to get out and play foot ball, one fellow got up and said that was a Y. M. C. A. meeting. I thought it was the funniest prayer-meeting Iid ever struck but he seemed real earnest and invited us all to their meetings. Guess I'll go if they're like that. After they'd got through yelling they took us out and fed us on melons and then we locked step and marched over behind Gridley and serenaded the girls. A The Freshmen here play a game, of ball with the Sophomores on the Hrst Monday of the term. They say the Seniors and Juniors try to rattle the teams. Hope I'll get to play for it'll give me a rep for getting on the team in the spring. They have a great way of initiat- ing the new men here. After breakfast Monday morning they commence to yell, up, up, up, and then they'll grab a new fellow and bounce him. They say they put you up so you can see into the third story of Gridley. I ain't scared but I guess I'll give them the slip Monday morning. I met a Senior yesterday. You bet, he's swell. I-Ie talked with me a lot and asked me where I roomed. I-Ie wore patent leather shoes and a collar that went to his ears, and had his pants creased so sharp they'd cut your fingers. He treated me fine though. Told me all about his literary society and showed me his society pin. I I had to pay tuition and board and incidentals all at once. It took all my cash. Can you send me some next time? I ain't been homesick yet, not much anyhow. Write often. Your loving son, Jimmy. l r' - H ,M . Q., -W - I . ' l ' l 'X ' ' 'v'if',:f'b22 'v -155'-L31 5L. ? fzrhfip ' gg , g . JV 19

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ONE EVENING After many a sad, sin-burdened year the Man sought his Alma Mater. Again his feet touched the well-known path. Overhead the maples arched their branches interlocked in closer union than of old, as if each living being and palpitating leaf-richer in stores of the love and sympathy which had long pervaded the place-must hold its neighbor in close em- brace. Behind him, the glow and gladness of the sunset bathed hillside and roof in its tender light. Beneath the trees the shadows were gathering around him. It was at an hour when the routine of student life claimed most, and except for an oc- casional stroller, the beautiful square with its grass and trees was quite his own. The gray stone of the Hall before which he paused, recalled the stability which he knew was as real a part of it all as were the lime-stone walls themselves. The vines in all the freshness of the spring verdure, as they clung to the rough, rugged surface spoke no less of the tender pro- tection, the brooding love, which had ever been the spirit of the place. A ripple of girlish laughter, a little whirr of dainty garments and sheen of white draper- ies, and a knot of maidens returning from an evening stroll fiitted across the grass, and one of the number brushed past him so close that he could have touched her. A Pk as Pk 21 Pls if if 96 Pk He did not pause until he had reached the little hollow below the hill. I could almost have sworn that it was Hilda herself! The Man sank upon a bench between two great oaks and hid his face. 1 How long he sat there he never knew, but during -the time, his whole life passed as it were before his mental vision. He saw himself,-a careless, merry lad, full of spirits, perhaps lacking in reverence for those in authority, but always a man, ready to say, Yes, sir, I did it, and to bear the blame like a man. Then he saw a pair of sorry, sympathetic gray eyes-how like them was the pair which Hashed a glance at him, just now in the gathering twilight-now dancing with merriment now grave and darkening, as he told her all about the fun and then the dire result of the escapade. I It was only a boy and girl friendship then, but how often since had her face with those candid eyes, and the fair brow with its waving brown hair, come between him and an eager client, or a sweet girlish-womanly vision whom he mentally Called Hilda-my monitor, in- tersposed itself in the midst of a doubtful transaction. Then he thought of the past decade, of his boundless ambition for wealth, for influence: of the measure of success which was his, but at the expense of-what? His own ideal of 21