Drake University - Quax Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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Svvninr W. E. BRANDENBURG H. THURMAN CHAPMAN JOHN E. CLARK CHAS. L. COFFMAN JOHN E. CRESMER BERTHA MAY DENNY LEAH DURAND . H. B. ELLIOTT S. GRUNDY FISHER H. M. GREGORY EDITH GWYNNE L. L. HENDERSON ELLEN LEA HILLIS EARL INGELS EARL JEFFERSON Gllazz. KATHARINE LOWRY BLANOI-IE W. PINKERTON W. A. SHULLENBERGER ZONA SMITH VIOLET SPOOR W. RILEY SWOPE JULIA 'IESSIE TAFT CHARLES H. TAYLOR NELLIE A. THOMPSON W. L. VAN METER WINWORTH WILLIAMS BERTHA HERRINGTON M. C. HUTCHINSON H. W. JACKMAN J. W. JOHNSON. CLASS MOTHER-MRS. MARIE WALDT RIDDELL YELL-- Boom-a- Rah-Boom Boom-a,-Ra.-Roar Seniors-Seniors 1904- I xv , Y W I W gr' img QW Iwi U fu, A , K M ,V A, I Y QI. V I-W' Vw . r - :- fl III? ,, 72? ...L -v ' Z-I 3' iff? rp ,' 1' O X f Q? 25

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9aIutatnrg. Hail to your stately spires, O, college mine, O, forestfshaded Drake, the conscious shrine Of many a loyal heartl Hail to your spires Whose tinted shape, above your grove, inspiresl O, Forest-circled Drake, O, well-loved Drake. Hail to your vine-clad walls, in summer's green, Or autumn's gold, or winter's brownl As seen Thru long-returning exile's eyes, appears A still more stately glory, that the years Have bro't to you, O, Drake, O, vine-clad Drake. Hail to your vigil over scenes so Fair Highfbelfried ringer through the depths of air Strong herald of our proudest victories, OF dayflong toil, and solemn obsequies. O, belfried sentinel OF stately Drake. And to your Founder, Drake, to him, all haill For. tho' his Form has passed beyond the veil, Hail to your noble purpose, honored Drake, Shedding the clear white light oF truth, to break The gloom of ignorance and sin, to turn The slaves of self to men with hearts that burn With high ideals, O, Drake, O, christian Drake. Leader oF men he still must be, the years Dim not that name. His yearning soul appears lncarnate, still, in you O, noble Drake. Hail to your sturdy sons, we love to see Your waving pennants borne to victory By stalwart men, who wear the white and blue To bring your trophies home each year anew, O, thrice-victorious Drake, O, strong, proud Drake. Yours is a sturdy growth, your time-worn halls Have marked, each year, a greater host that calls You alma mater, proudly glad to claim Your yearning care, and praise your honored name. O, strong, ambitious Drake, O, hopeful Drake. Hail to your stately spires, O, college mine, O, Forestfshaded Drake, the conscious shrine OF many a loyal heartl Hail to your spires, Whose tinted shape, above your groves, inspiresl O, Forestfcircled Drake, O, wellfloved Drake, -lames Garfield Patrick, '05 22

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ECK5 CHAPEL - 132119. OMMENCEMENT was almost over, when 19041 awoke one morning with the feeling that she ought to do something. So the thought came to say good bye to the dear, well known spots dedicated to her memory. Not that she decided all at once about it. Such a proceeding was far from the nature of 1904. But she deliberated for some time without reaching a conclusion, and finally determined to start out and decide on the way. First to the Senior room! Because it was the dearest spot? Oh, no: but because propriety demanded a decent farewell of it. She had lost her key, but the janitor consented to let her in. There the order and neatness was appalling. Even the pillows were scarcely disarranged on the softly inviting window seat. Only a peanut far down in the corner recalled a revel of days gone by. As she slowly mounted the stair, 1904- met one of her own children, who held a manuscript tucked closely under her arm. Why, its my novel, the pet' ulant voice answered to 1904's question. It's just finished. The name? Oh, Hugh Bert, from the hero, you know. So? smiled 19044, turning aside to the German room where Mother Rid- dell was holding forth to two other children. I like a short name. she was say- ing. A simple, common one, isn't it? Yes, so do l. A common one. that's reasonable, answered the quiet voiced one. Yes, chimed in the other madchen. A short name is always better. Naturlich, murmured 1904-. Then softlyshe trod through the library, far down to the corner, where an empty chair, between the tiers of the Bible section, spoke an eloquence of sadness. The Institution of Inquiry into the Psychologi- cal Spirituality cf Heterogeneous Evangelizationu was in its place. Our Gregory is gone, the shelves chanted in sighful melody, and 1904- felt the echo in her heart. Out in the hall. a little one was leaning against the radiator. His eyes were fastened upon space: his face was filled with sorrow. Come, Jacky-boy! 24