College of Wooster - Index Yearbook (Wooster, OH)

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The Seniors COLORS: Yale Blue and Pearl Gray. CLASS YELL Boom-a-lac-a ! Boom-a-lac-a I Woo-wah-woo ! Chic-a-lac-a ! Chic-a-lac-a ! B u-rah-ru ! Wooster U! Wooster U! i0Ji, Gray and Blue! The Poet stood on the chapel steps and turned his melancholy gaze Kauke-hall-ward. Dawson, the-never-to-be-seen-without-his-eamera man stood patiently in front of a crowd of somber robed mortals and awaited the subsidence of the feminine giggling and masculine stale jokes incident to such occasions. The scene was one to arouse tumultuous emotion even in a disembodied spirit. The Poet, deeply affected, smote his lyre and sang- for a space as follows: ' 'fMust I sing about the Seniors which can mean but torture dire? Bring to light these fickle beings-pray, what can my soul inspire? Could I merely tell their virtues, leave their sins concealed from view- What a joyous undertaking! Early would my task be through. N ow must I disclose the secrets which they fain would have me keep, Tho? they curse as those poor mortals whom so oft they roused from sleep. Wherefore, O ! ye pitying muses come, control my erring pen, As I sing of luckless students, them to reconcile with men V' Alaek! the ubiquitous Eberly at this moment fired the Poet off the steps, else he would have finished this dinged write-up on the spot. But to proceed. As Freshmen this class was greener than the essence of chloro- phyll-so awfully verdent that even the Teachers' Review class reviled them. Coneealing their real nature, however, and keeping their freaks in the background, they passed on to Sophomore. Of this stage the Poet, standing with ruffled clothes and broken lyre before Scovel Hall, sang a few lines laden with truth and to the point: f'Here-about they chose a class prof, one befitting such a throng 3 Chose a mighty man of valor, e'en his very name was 'Strongf :But small wonderf muttered Prexy, when it was proclaimed one dawn That Prof. Strong was missing, broken-hearted he had gone? 'N . 26

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Short Cummings deserted the crowd at this stage but Kinney, Vogt, Meese and Strauss, contrary to all hopes, hung on. Along about this time.Doc Mateer was elected honorary member. His feelings may be imagined. Simon Miller joinedgthe class in its Junior year. He couldn't classify elsewhere. He should, not be too severely blamed. Hemp-the president-of whom it was said, If you don't know who. the president of any college organization is, guess Remp, youill rarely niiss itf,-was another victim ot circumstances. We might mention a few others-though they very much object to seeing their names in print. Who wears the saturnine, Mase look? 'Tis Tritiit, Editor Trittit ot the Voice. Note the stern face of Caldwell and the serene countenance ot his cousin ,whose heart is in South Charleston. What might the Poet have sung ot Etling- and his mustache! Alasl Limljach and'Gerig? Yes. They are Dutch-but not from Holmes county. A - V There is Marie Turner, of whom it has been secretly whispered that she favors the Alpha Taus. That talldgirl? Oh, tha.t's Miss Cecelia Remy. What's that? Why, 7ie's in Pittsburg now. Of Smith, the shrewd calculating politician, Hibbard, whose peculiar yiews are so widely disseminated, Swartz, Nthe handler ot stinking cheini- cals, Miss Lind, whose capacity for hard work and whose good nature seem unbounded, Ringland, the mighty in love-ot all these, what ought to be written? We give it up entirely. Paisley edited the ,O-L Index. That is the worst that can be said of him. Here are a few lines that the Poet sang as he slowly meandered down College Avenue. They it precisely. 'fLittle realize these Seniors their inevitable fate, While the loud exulting students their quick riddance but await. Never has a class existed with diversity so marked, Xever yet on li'lie7s great ocean has so motley crew embarkedfi 27