Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

Page 5 text:

be Iszaner VOL. II FEBRUARY 1913 No. 6 xX Fi f a lf, T lliterae JACOB BILLICK, Editor. Qlllass foam Farewell, dear Alma Mater, Farewell, dear teachers too, Farewell, schoolmates kind and true, Were off to wander farther, To ,wander where Opportunity dwells, Upon her door to knock, And ask admittance to the flock, Where reign the good and well. Hail, kind Nature! We greet thee, We shakeyyourhearty hand, Come, present your bounteous land, VVe yearn to work for thee. We greet thee, for we know Thou wear'st no false mask. Honest' but hard is thy task,- VVe' reap whlate'er we sowf Life's not dark as it seems, Still gleams the light of fairness. F Come, let's change yon barrenness Be monarch of all you survey, The farm and its simple home. join Nature's harmonious tone, And feel the joy it conveys. Yet forget not when off far, The lesson we can teach To students here who each Regard us as their guiding stars, And when Old Time deems to sig On by-gone youthful days. V Reflect while on the joyful way, Of Class '13 and its night. So farewell, a long farewell, , To dear old Farm School days, I Its joys, sorrows and its frays Will long in memory dwell. se, friends, 'let's all together pull, For in unity we strengthen. . Forget not dear Class Thirteen, And our Alma Mater too. if h To :living fields of green. -A. LEXVIS KRAVET, 13

Page 4 text:

GRADUATING CLASS OF 1913 ND LFA soN, L.1.HE 1cH,M.LAM W OOL HN,A.W O CR EL, A. L. KRAVET, L.W. B SO Top row, left to right--I. JAFFE B0rf0mr0w,1efff0right-s. LEIBOVITZ, P. AMRUM, J. LEVINSON, M. STOLEROFF, D.

Page 6 text:

4 THE GLEANER The Qalutatnrp BY JAMES WoRK, '13 FRIENDS: After two, three, or four years, as the case may be, in the National Farm School, we are going proudly forth, diplomas in our hands, and a feeling of satisfaction, yea, elation, in our hearts. For have We not accomplished something, have we not proven we have that attribute, that power so aptly termed stick-to-it-iveness by Rooseveltg have we not assimilated knowledge? VVhether we put this knowledge into im- mediate practice or not, whether we step forth to enter agricultural callings or not, we have that wealth of knowledge within us, that wealth that but needs our wish to be changed from wealth to capital, capable of production. We have had imbued within us the love of Nature, of the green fields, of the pathless woods,-that love which we can ne'er express, yet cannot all conceal. The advantages have here been offered us, we have taken them, we have grasped all offered. Some of us may be skeptical of the oppor- tunities in practical agriculture, thinking too much along the same line as the one who remarked, T he only opportunities in agriculture are in telling' it to others. But remember, opportunities come not with their face value stamped on them. Farming at the present time may not be the most remunerative of occupations, it may not be the easiest, it may not be the most pleasant, but the day is fast approaching when it will be the only vocation, the day when each man will sit beneath his own fig tree. Then must our knowledge surely be changed to capital. As we leave the school, one phase of our life has passed, a bright future is opening to us. But dwell not on, dream not too much of, the bright future. Think not because you have a training, both a prac- tical and theoretical training, that your future is assured. Rather let us live each day. Don't dream. It reminds me of the old story: Uncle William, are you troubled with the hereafter? I No, suh, it's de wharfo' of de herein what keeps me guessin'. The door to great knowledge, to a wonderful vocation, has been opened to us by President Doctor Krauskopf, thru our school. I say Doctor Krauskopf, for his name is indelibly connected with, is bound by chains of love, of self-sacrifice, to that of the National Farm School. It was thru his untiring efforts that the School was founded, it is due to his untiring efforts that it still exists, that it has made such rapid strides in its short history. Our thanks toward him, our appreciation of his work, are too great for expression. Our appreciation of, our respect for, the Faculty, cannot be too