Drake University - Quax Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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e e Peaks. e e In Logic class: Prof. Shepherd: If I should say 'Wharton and Reed' you immediately think of ma1:,and class them Under the same genus, but not the same specie, for Wharton has something Reed has not. In Literature class: Prof. A., reading about Sweet Will- iams, Miss H. laughs. Prof. A : We cannot all laugh at this. for we do not all have sweet Williams. Prof. Mathews: Name a nun who sold all he had and brought the price and laid it at the feet ofthe apostles? Bible student: Simon, whose surname was linrbarollsfl Miss B.: I never have been struck yet. Van M.: I would like to know what it is to be struck. Prof. Zep.: Take that cat out of here, Mr. Williams. tThe cat was in a young lady's lapj Williams: I will try. So he caught the cat by the tail, aiming to throw it out. Girls love kittens, and so this one stuck to the girl. After much squealing and laughing the cat was put out and work resumed. Woman suffrage debate, becoming intensely warm and exciting. Cantrell exclaims: I expect to have a wife some day. and I want her to have equal rights with me. Gwinn has decided that marriage is not a failure. He says The match makers of America have made two million and a half dollars the last year. Matrimony pays. Prof. Ott will give his lecture to-night on Sour Grapes. Professor will give the sour part, and Prof. Newens and Miss Smith will furnish the sweet part. Chapel lecturer: Napoleon said, ' I came, I saw, I con- quered.' ' Professor: Name a .irable L-l - 't h -' ' the live thousand. P A lr' C list feedmg I ' ' w . blass discussing Caesar s C0111m6lllill'1t'S.--Sllbll3OllZ Did Caesar also write the grammar ? ' Chapel lecturer: .Drake is prospering notwithstanding sine has a piece of fossihzed socialism for a president. Prexy: A-Efossll IS all right until it is cracked. ' NGA airettbzw .I will surprise you-ln the morning. Coffman: H drrfjt ls 2010.95 to bring two girls to the club this morning. e to- me last night He was dreaming. Garrett twith Frobglflsli Dldll'Cl,I tell you I' would supprise you ? 1 u . uWe knew 'ltd Garrett: 1-Iow did you find it out ? Club: You told it in a dream. f Denny! f'Dld Adam stand at the door of the ark and name the annuals as they came out? Class: No Denny iS0lfjm lb'l2 Well. I guess he didn't. I bogki'ell, picking up cloak.--Boys: Cockrell, is that your c oak. Cockrell tall-muddledl: No. not exactly. Howell: Where is my hat ? Observing boy: Under yonr arm. Ask the art editor how the business manager saved fifty centsuon a picture 7 Silas Con-Q Zeilidid you go so the contest last night ? N, .r es, an saw you an your Ja a. J' b d Miss Coe were there.J l p K dec S an Hamilton, stepping on the front of a street car, sees a box branded waste, which he immediately embraces. Who was the young lady that was going to the Central 150 hear Siddons-Murray ? Ask Waile for particulars.

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COFFMAN1 , A. C. GWINN: He buildeth better than he knew. A Lower of strength, Which stands four square to all the winds that blow. ALVA TAYLOR: The kind of a man for you and me! A, L, NIORGAN: He faces the world untlinchingly, Rich in good works, And smites as long as the wrong resists With knuckled faith and force like llsts. CHAS, W, Bum-5 Still be noble and the nobleness that is J. S. CAMPBELL: In other men, sleeping, but never dead, One who battles for the True. the Just. Will rise in majesty to meet thine own, MUnltAY: I HAMILTON: You hear that boy laughing? you think he's all fun, Quiet and distant, tho' thoughtful and kind, But the angels laugh. too, at the good he has done. Endowed with the virtues of both heart and mind. The children laugh loud as they troop to his call, But the poor man who knows him laughs loudest,of,all. BERT VAN METER: , W He was a valiant youth, and his face like the face of the morning P RED BARCLAY1 , Gladdened the earth with its light and ripened thought into action One who bears without abuse The grand old name of gentleman. QLULU Powgns Ilupiz-Axmng Last but not l9?lSt.'l :lf - ' h -36-

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LlFE'S EQUATION. The waiting days. A long and painful, willess season, The heart a toy 'tween fear and reason, While hope itself betrays. Resultful days! 1 The bands that hindered strongly broken, The words that loosened Fate well spoken- A round of cheerful praise! MY RED ROSE BUD. The hue of my heart's red blood Is on thy velvet cheek, my Rose. Thou art all aglow with life, Why cover'st thy love so meek, my llose? Unfold me thy scarlet leaves, Exhale thy sweetest breath, my Rose. Forever 1'll keep thee then In life, or with'ring death, my Rose! Poetry. THE INSTINCT OF' PRAYER. Its face upon its mother's breast, Its birdling mouth acurve with hunger's prayer- The babe has learned what all the world Has known of worship since the primal pair. HIS LOVING KINDNESS. The apple bloom was on her girlish cheek, But far-oil? hopes and patience made her meek. God's mercy. Her life's full cup of sorrow came at last, She drank it trembling, praying it be passed. God's mercy. ' White-faced she lies beneath her coflin-lid, Under the pall of death her faults are hid. God's merc . ' y -A3111 sum 'th