Indiana University - Arbutus Yearbook (Bloomington, IN)

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p Arbutus Hill and The Arbutus Every Indiana student knows tlie delicate pink blossom of the arbutus, the University flower; and lie knows, too, tiie big wooded hill ofi to the east which is the the one place in Indiana made fragrant by its spicy sweetness. But it may be interesting to some to learn that the ' trailing arbutus, ' or ' ground laurel, ' was first found here by Professor Hermann B. Boisen in the fall of 1877. He did not recognize it, howe er. as the New England ' Ma flower ' until the following spring, when a cluster in full bloom was shown him. He then declared it to be ' the arbutus, the dearest of all flowers. ' He christened the hill on which it was found, ' Arbutus Hill, and during the remainder of his life he considered this spot the choicest ti easure of Indiana ' s natural beauty. Dr. Jordan writes; ' I should be glad to see the Arbutus Hill and its discover) ' always associated with the name of the prt)fessor who, more than an ' other, appreciated its beauties and rejoiced in the fragrance of the little flower which the vanishing glaciers left behind. ' 1899 Arbutus

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mid-century edition editor-in-chief . . jo anne caddell hayes business manager .... robert m. boyer volume 57 indiana university.. .bloomington, indiana

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5Vvl .uiUi 1 Jdden a a ' uiicli-r driltcd lea es; • Sheltered b - sun and skies; Smilingly fragrant tlio ' clondland grieves. Or snnlight alK) e thee lies; Holding thy beauty and sweetness dear; Radiantly fair tho ' the world be drear; Ilail to ihee, trailing arbutus! « .. liaste are th ' blossoms of pink and peai ' l, « Spicy thy breath and rare; Shy are the glances thine eyes unfurl To lovers who call thee fair: April without thee were treasureless; Gladly we ofier a measureless Love to thee, trailing arbutus. ut of thy blossoms a shrine we make, Before which our hearts bow down; Out of thy perfume a meni ' ry we take, Fairer than angels crown. Years can but strengthen om- lo e for thee; Thou art our own through eternity; Hail to thee, lovely arbutus! Birdsill.