Concordia College - Spire / Concordian Yearbook (Fort Wayne, IN)

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lUUUUUUOuuuuuuuuoouuooooooouu B oobouguauuuuuuuuua s ouuoouuuououun With a more serious view of life we began our work in the fourth year. Some were soon parading about with chevrons on their sleeve in testimony of the fact that they had become well acquainted with Uncle Sam ' s firearms. After a few weeks of lessons the whole class gathered in the club-room for the election of the editorial staff of this annual. In the course of the year also our coat lapels were decorated with the class insignia. We became more reserved from day to day, pre- paratory to our becoming members of the ruling body of Con- cordia, and soon also came the time when most of us glided happily over to the unexplored land, Secunda. And when the following school-year shone, we looked upon a world unknown, on nothing we could call our own. We were to battle with Hebrew. Once more many discovered at the thought of it that their life work lay in another field. Con- sequently our number was again reduced. Those that had returned labored zealously with Livius and Virgil, Homer and Xenephon. We worked, we perspired, we endured agony. But we also enjoyed our Smokers ' , our social gatherings. We were active for our Alma Mater. Hand in hand with the class ' 17 we made many good improvements. The dormitory underwent a thorough renovation, due to the endeavor of members of our class. Much of the general interest of the Quarta year, however, had passed into oblivion, and in its stead sprang up small groups of true and devoted friends. No more beyond the circle of our hearth a welcome sound of toil or mirth unbound the spell, and testified of human life and thought outside. Also Mars received his first toll from our midst when two class-mates volunteered for the First Officers ' Training Camp. Now we have almost completed our sixth and last year at our Alma Mater. We number but twenty-four. Hebrew, Greek, Latin and the World ' s War took comrades from us for the last time, during the first part of this term. Those of us that remain may often be found meditating over the past. Often also the conversation drifts to the days gone by. But youth is not the season of dreams of the past, and we are soon awakened from our thoughts by our daily duties. We have not yet reached the goal, we are still striving onward. Our fondest hope is that all those, who at one time were numbered with us, may have enjoyed as happy a life as we did during our six years ' stay at Concordia. Class Colors: Purple and Burnt Orange Class Motto: Ever Upward, Ever Onward TKv £X7 S: DKklAN ' IB.

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uuuuuuuuuuuuouuom muuoouuuuuuuu c WALTER J. BOEHNE Inglefield, Ind. Sergeant Chief Musician II Lieut. Batt MISCELLANEOUS Orchestra and Band; Apollo Glee Club; Supervisor of Gym; C. C. Bowl- ing Ass ' n; Board ' of Sanitation. ' Upon the hour when I was born Cod said another man shall be. The Senator from Evansville is the distinguished personage heading our class-roll. Give Mr. Boehne a French Briar Pipe, a can of Prince Albert Tobacco, and a Hebrew Grammar Then place him in some quiet corner in a Morris Easy Chair, and let him enjoy himself to his heart ' s content. So far, so good. You see in that case he is very harmless, but as soon as you let him have his own way about his freedom, then it s all off, and his presence becomes dangerous within a radiusof some twenty-five yards of three feet each Th Senator was started off on mensa . that fame js b- f of boredom of the Latin Grammar, and he proceeded far as Cicero vs. Cateline in four rounds Mj .. rest of his days see sunshine the like of which no Persian darts nor javelins shall be able to darken. Why? Well, simply because he showed such a noble spirit of patriot- ism last winter as to go out into our back-yard orchard to hew wood, because of a lack of coal here. Dixi . » TKv ZLS7A DKkLAN ' lfl.