Monmouth College - Ravelings Yearbook (Monmouth, IL)

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History. Colors—Blue and Old Gold. LENA MISENER. President. For the fourth and last time the class of ' 04 has been asked to relate through the Ravelings a few of her mighty deeds of valor. After this year these deeds will be related in the late standard histories of the world. It is with sad hearts that we think of leaving old M. C. and all that makes her so dear to us, to enter upon the active duties of the cold world, but our lives shall ever be brightened by the fond recollections of our college days which shall be as a fountain of happiness to cheer us when life seems hard and dreary. Many changes have taken place in our class during the four years we have been here. Our number has been reduced over half, some having dropped out by the way, others have been thrown out by the powers that be. Names such as Nate, Foland, Wilson, Dukie. Tinkham and Deac, recall to us happy days of old. When our thoughts wander back to our Freshman days we are not at all surprised that one-half of those who were in the faculty at that time have since resigned, some in broken ealth and shattered nerves, others to seek an easier life. In the fall of 1900, Monmouth College received a surplus of energy of greater activity than all the radium produced in the next ten years. In fact this energy was too much for the college authorities so they had to resort to police force to control it. As Freshmen we needed no rooms for we camped on the campus from Sept. until June. It would take volumes to relate the history of this first year alone, so in the limited space we have here, we can only mention a few of the many, many incidents of our col- lege course. How well we remember the night we painted ' 04 in gold on the front of the auditorium. With that night began we won every battle. :iful figures in blue and old long war with 03 in which You may tell of Waterloo or Gettysburg but these were as mere child ' s play com- pared with the battle of February 25, 1901. Washington ' s birthday proved to be only the calm before the great storm. Sheet iron and planks were no barrier to ' 04 when she deter- mined to move. So we soon had the Soph ' s huddled in the cupola and begging for mercy, but just at the moment of victory, the sheriff and his posse lead by Dr. Lyons appeared on the battle field and all were taken prisoners.

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about Belle is that she has a sister who is now a Junior. She was president of the Y. W. C. A., and a prominent member of the basket ball team. She will be a mission- ary to the heathen. Happy heathen ! CLARENCE WATSON. Of their own merits, modest men are dumb. Clarence first came among us many moons ago. He alighted from No. 6 with his carpet-bag strapped to a pet pony. The Y. M. C. A., took him in tow and for quite aspell he was kept in seclusion; but he finally escaped and now may be seen searching for a picturesque class- scrap which he may photograph with his constant compan- ion—a camera. EDWARD SWAN. Now by two headed Janus, Nature has framed stranger fellows in her time. --Merchant of Venice. Esau grun his first grin--one that has never come off-- at his father ' s home in Burlington in 1882. He entered college and immediately created a stir. His knowledge tank became too full and he had to cut spring term because of Doctor ' s advice. Judging from his thesis, he will be become a notorious (?) chef. BELLE ROBINSON. Rickety, rackety, cis, boom, bah, Robinson, Robii rah, rah, rah I The Belle was tolled first in a small Iowa town. One of the many good things

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On the morning of the 26th the Chicago papers came out with a two column write-up and big head lines. Riot at Monmouth, ' ' A fierce battle with police, Twenty ' seven students refuse to pay fines and are sent to jail. Our Sophmore year was also very eventful. The social at Duke ' s opened the season. Perhaps some of this year ' s Juniors can tell you of what we did February 22, We are sure that some of them enjoyed the ride to Larchland and the midnight walk back to Monmouth. Our junior year was a year of socials and picnics and who knowing the charming ladies of the class, could blame us for this? Who of our number could forget the marsh- mallow roast in the gym, or the picnic in Misener ' s grove, or, in ' fact. any of the many other good times we had together? The class of 03 seemed to have an ancient hatred for our class. When their old condemned cannon, which they expected to place with much ceremony on the campus to protect their ownership over things in general went off, they at once without a particle of proof suspected 04 of the deed. For over a year they tried to have us sent to Joliet but every grand jury decided that there was no possible evidence against ' 04, and even if there should be evidence, the court was no place for soreheads to take out their spite. There are two things which seem to show that ' 04 took the cannon, first, the bravery of the deed, second, the thoroughness of the work. Both the things are characteristic of ' 04 As Seniors, we are known to you all, so we need not trouble you farther. Merely allow us to say that we are certain that no class has ever had better times or more exciting adventures and at the same time held such a high record in college work.