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

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TJie Class of 1919 EIGHTEEN to twenty-one years ago the class of 1919 came into being. We were no better and, as we hope, no worse than the average boys. But as a large number of us were minister ' s sons, we were early destined to go to Ft. Wayne. We liked the idea too, and when anybody asked us concerning our plans, the proud reply would come, I am going to Con- cordia College. Soon our Confirmation Day came and, shortly after this, the end of our grade school days. The summer of 1913 passed rapidly, and, before we realized it, the last days of August came round, and, shortly after this. Labor Day, the date set for our departure. The whole family escorted us to the depot and, while modier and sister shed a few tears, we proudly boarded the train. Dad helped us into the car with our luggage, and then with a firm handshake and a Take care of yourself, son, he went out. Now we were all alone, no motlier hand to guide and comfort us in the rough places, and no brother or sister to help us bear our misery. But we determined to be men and to look fate in the face with a smile. Soon the train arrived in Fort Wayne and we got off, immediately asking a nearby officer for directions to reach the college. We arrived here safe and sound, but looking more like chim- ney sweeps than honest sexties, as we were promptly dubbed. However, we did not find ourselves alone. Sixty-five others were in the same boat as we. After getting halfway settled, we went to bed, courting Morpheus for the first time in our new abode. In the morning we had to stand a few examinations, but after these were over we were at liberty to take a good look around. The old fellows were coming in now, and we envied their easy going way and their hearty mutual welcomes. A few kind lower classmen undertook to cheer us up, and we soon felt better. The next few days were hard ones for us. We missed the old home touch, and though everybody treated us kindly, we became victims of homesickness (nobody admitted it, however). How we poured out our tale of woe by means of letters! But this affliction soon was a thing of the past, and we decided to stick it out. After several weeks of exemption we were initiated into the mysteries of the broom, mop, dusting rag, and bed-making. This, too, was hard for us, but ere long we became masters of these arts. Work for our classes also kept us from thinking too much of home, for to fathom the depths of corona, amo, and x+y = z, took hard study. Baseball also kept us occu- pied, for did we not all strive to lead the Juniors in hitting? Our admira- tion was also excited by the big team. How they could play ball! Col- lege spirit was aroused, and we were willing to back them against any comers. : s

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