Huntington College - Mnemosyne Yearbook (Huntington, IN)

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But law, I s'ppose I'll have to set and rock! f'm MNEMQSYNE The Greatest Thing I Know 1Meditation in -a rocking-chair.J D yuh know sometimes I wish twas tl ue That a feller could do what he wants to do. Go fishin hunt er swim er sing Er anythin iist so it d bring Life ain t made that way so t cant be true.- But howsomevei jist to think W'hat times us fellers uster have' A-shoutin and yellin our very best While travelin in our hay-rack nest Out through the verdant country-side D yuh know Id kinda like to ride To-day back to that same old spot If I could hear them songs and yells Er see slim Lange in funny spells- E1 Tarzan sassin that team he drove' But law I s uppose I ll have to set and rock' Yes sir the gieatest thing I know Is to go where a feller feels he wants to No strings a holdln him back from play- No sir l1fe am t all work I say Let s have a tug o war agam Er pitchin contest Oh yes and then The races eats and cl1mb1n around Through weeds and over rocks and muddy ground That s life when yuh can play in such a spot Ill tell yuh somepln best' of all . I like the somber shadowed Fall Before the winter days have come When hay rack 11d61'S start to hum- That IS the time to wear a smile in And 11st to ride the time to pile in- Agam Ill get to see that spot And play with all the vim I, got Yes sir the greatest thing I know Is to go where a feller feels he wants to go! -Wilford P. Musgrave. H. -. ...W-... .mm-. ......-H..--.--...---mm.. um..-. ...--m... u jx? -um.. One H undred Twenty nmmuum 1 y , 9 7 I 7 7 ! ! 7 Us somepin' new. Oh well, I guess 1 , 1 y , 7 .7 7 7 . 7 9 3 ! ! Y 7 3 , n u 1 I ! , . . 7 , 3 go: 9 ! 3 1 ! ! 7 7

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Autobiography of a Pencil Lilah Mumma Though I am only a pencil, my name is Huntington College. I am very proud of this name because I represent a fine institution. Since you are probably not very Well acquainted with me and are puzzling over my queer name, I shall give you the history of my life. .Away up in the forests of Maine stood a great, tall tree. For many years it withstood the winds, rain, and snowg for many years it had been the home of beautiful forest birds, and for many years the little ivy which clung to its trunk had been struggling to reach its summit. One day in the early spring as the snow was melting and the great rivers were over- flowing, a group of working men entered the forest with axes, lsaws, and sledges. As they neared the tall pine tree it looked down upon them and sighed heavily. Trees had been falling all around it and now-was it pos- sible that it must suffer under the heavy blows of these cruel axes? In a few minutes a sharp ringing sound could be heard throughout the forest. Up in the air hundreds of feet the top of the great pine was wavering. It must fall! q Days and even weeks passed until the pine reached a factory where it was to be cured and sawed into smaller blocks. One long wooden circular stick with a diameter the size of a pencil, with lead on the inside was formed by going through several processes. Now! the most interesting part of my life comes. I was taken from one end of this long stick. I was about eight inches tall. I was not dressed very beautifully then. Neither were my little brothers and sisters. Along with them I was carried into a room in which there were many buckets of red and green liquid. First they put a red dress on me. Then they trimmed me with a beautiful green pennant which had on it Huntington College. Then they placed a bright metal collar around by neck and a small rubber cap on my head. Now what do you suppose they were going to do with me? Well, they tied me up with twenty-three of my little brothers in a bundle so tight that we could hardly breathe. But we soon became used to it and didn't mind it nearly so much. Then they placed us in a box and threw us in a large freight car. We were to take a long ride. And it didn't cost us a cent! After riding a whole day and night we reached a small city, Hunting- ton, Indiana. We were taken from the train ffor which we were very thankfull and loaded on a truck which took us to Huntington College. It was then that I realized where we received our name. We were not unpacked for what seemed to us a very long time. -But one day a very cheerful looking young lady came into the office for 1 pencil. The office girl pulled out a box of pencils and told the young lady who was Miss Johnson to take her choice. It happened to be the box I 5111 One Hundred Twenty-one mmmMnaMosrixiEm mmef

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But we must not linger here. Again for a moment we are on the street with its cinema-like progression, but almost immediately and with a sense of returning home we enter our favorite grocery-a sort of quasi- private institution existing for the sake of a limited circle of customers. Here the clerks are of a different type from the ones we found in the shop from which we just now came, understanding our individual preferences and constantly endeavoring to please us. One of them is a boy who is learning by the trial-and-error method. We tolerate, in fact we rather enu joy, his mistakes, even when they are at our own expense. Now we invade the sanctity of a strange shop-one of those provincial government oiices of Her Majesty, Queen Fashion. Here our position is reversed, and the clerk is a sort of superior creature, dignified, authorita- tive, as befits the representative of an absolute monarch. And so we complete our tour. But our taste for this form of diversion is not dulled, for our next excursion promises new experiences and sur- prises in endless variety. -W. C. A Twice Told Tale Oh, Grandpa, cried little Ellen as she came in from school, Please tell me a story about when you were young. Grandfather lifted the little girl to his knee. What shall I tell you about ? he asked. Oh, about the hay-rack ride that time you had .so much fun. Then Grandfather leaned back in his big rocker and his eyes grew dreamy as he brought back to his memory that beautiful day in September, 1925, when he was jogged along with his friends on the old hay-rack. He repeated to little Ellen the old college yells, and sang old songs that she had heard so often until she knew them by heart. He continued to tell how those on the wagons yelled and sang lustily 'when they passed through town. He told her of the games that were played and the exciting con- tests in which all joined and then of the blazing campfire and the delicious weiners which they roasted on the coals. Finally he told of the peaceful ride home in the twilight and the friendships that were formed on that well-remembered day. Little Ellen was delighted with the story and ran off to play with her doll humming the Alma Mater, leaving Grandfather musing in his rocker, his mind on the past. After a while he reached to the stand at his side and picking up pencil and paper he laboriously Wrote for some time and this is what he wrote--- MNEMQSYNE wmmmmfifi One Hundfrecl Nineteen