McKendree University - McKendrean Yearbook (Lebanon, IL)

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fore the year had passed others were languishing for the green pastures from which thev were up-rooted. Doubtless some found a world in which the order of the day was work, the principal diet bread and gum, and the only pastime supervised play, too strenuous for their pampered tastes, and they returned home thoroughly disillusioned. Many of you, however, enjoyed yourselves greatly, as is shown by the interest you found in showing yours- selves a good time, even at the cost of ridicule from the natural enemies by whom you were surrounded, the ' swell-heads, ' ' sore-heads. ' ' bold-heads ' and ' cabbage-heads, ' as you called your upperclassmen and the faculty. You won for yourselves great notoriety by your aggressive spirit in organizing, taking precedence over the others in the matter of sidewalks and chapel decoration. Thus passed with joy, tempered by experience, the first year of your sojourn away from home. The following year many of you came back, al- though o large number found it desirable to seek new fields to conquer. (thers Stepped immediately into man ' s estate, and joined a more real and difficult conflict than the rest of you waged. You became more conservative this year. Having learned better, you no longer ' designated those about you in terms of ' head-ship, ' because you felt you had truly made a ' bone-head ' in this respect the year before. This year also passed peaceably and happily, save for .me incident. In trying to conclude a treaty of friendship with the Seniors because they carried more authority than the others, you aroused the jealousy of your immediate neighbors on both sides, who declared themselves eternally at enmity toward you, and the battle was fought then and there, ending in a truce. Then followed a year, the most triumphant of your career, which has ended disastrously for you alone. Your ranks were much depleted, due to the stern sense of duty that led some into their immediate life careers, or into what they considered a wider field of learning. Your little but bighty band was headed by big, athletic, good-natured Ben. Then literary, happy-go-lucky, funny Becky, impulsive twins in close proximity; then studious, serious, base-ball Young. Next came mild, weighty Hendrix, with his clever imita- tions; round-faced, inquiring, talkative ' Dutch ' followed along, with your own pre-occupied, day-dreaming face bringing up the rear. Your mates have struggled manfully against fearful odds, and are promising themselves the complete fulfillment next year of their ambitions, formed during their three years ' sojourn on the hill. As for you — Ik- paused as the last grain slid down the narrow-throated g ' ass, and 1 trembled so that the chains with which I was bound clanged harshly on the floor. Presently I opened my eyes and gazed sheepishly into the face of my room-mate, who said that the last call for dinner had been sounded. 1 glanced at the floor and there I saw in a new light the sufferings of Jean Yaljean. as pictured by Victor Hugo, in my French book, lying open on the floor. ELEANOR CAMP.

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JUNIOR CLASS. President Benj. II. Hall Vice President Jean Frances Bassett Secretary Sylvia Neuling Treasurer Eleanor Camp A Irram Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow A Senior ' s but a walking shadow, a poor player that .struts and frets his hour upon the stage. I was thinking in terms of the future and failed to notice how I was perverting these famous old lines to acord with my thought. I was thinking how near to a close the Seniors hour drew, when he would step forth into a wider • mtlook of life and that when I was made a Senior my hour would begin. I began to speculate on what the future had in store for my class. Day dreams are conductive to sleep, especially if they happen to intrude themselves into a legitimate study hour. My French hook slipped from my hand to the floor, and presently I found myself seated on a rough pallet of straw, with a heavy hall and chain on my foot. So this was what I had come to! I looked up, and saw my keeper, a strange creature, reminding me of Father Time. Your hour is almost up. said he. in tones inspiring me with horror. If there is anything you wish done for you. make it known quickly. I gaze as if fascinated at some object he held. What is that? 1 cried. pointing a shaking finger at it. Do you still ask such trivial questions when I have warned you that the sands are sinking fast? , tell me, then, how came I here and who. indeed, am I? Poor creature. murmured he. you are indeed far gone. You came here because you lived always in the future, neglecting opportunities. Your haste has brought you to the verge of disaster, premature annihilation. Here, I am si rrv fi ' yi iu. Returning a few grain of sand to the upper half of the hour-glass he resumed. Let me tell you a bit of your history. It also involves that of numerous others, lor before you lapsed into your present fortune your interests were at one with your fellows. I felt reassured to find that 1 had any kind of history, and listened eagerly to the words which followed. In the fall of the year 1916, you were one of a band of fifty who left their homes in search of adventure, knowledge, freedom and whatnot. Some magnetic power drew you to the city of the seven hills among the cedars of Lebanon, and soon you found yourselves in pursuit of the will-o ' -the-wisp called knowledge. To some of you this was a congenial occupation. Rut be-

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