Northwest Missouri State University - Tower Yearbook (Maryville, MO)

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=—— = — —== | vw he “| O W LE 12 Mike He came, as do all tramps, out of the gray mysterious past closed to every- body but himself. He looked the situation over, and, contrary to all of the set rules of trampdom, he decided to settle down. He fell into the company of M. S. Boase, secretary to the President of the College, and through the kindness of Mr. Boase, or rather through the workings of his doggy instincts which directed him to follow where he was not intended to follow, he was introduced to the college. He liked college life and the students liked him, so he soon became to be recognized as an integral and indispensable part of the institution. Every morning as constantly as the sun, and much more so than the students and professors, would he report for the morning classes. Every evening he would choose the particular instructor with whom he wished to pass the evening, and to that lucky instructor’s home would he proceed as the guest of honor. Much to the delight of those involved, and possibly to the chagrin of others, he had his favorites, namely, Mr. Boase, the Dean of Faculty, the President, Mr. Ricken- brode and Mr. Hawkins. Tf the day was warm, he would spénd his time on the campus, chasing rabbits, digging for ground squirrels and superintending the work about’ the grounds. He was, in fact, the only being (for dogs are beings), who ever dared to dispute the authority of Mr. Brink. He would dig holes in the tulip beds and in the soft turf of the campus, and the holes would be filled in and new flowers planted. If the day was cold and blustery, he would visit the various classes. He behaved with profound dignity, occupying the place of honor under the instructor’s desk, like Buddha under a canopy, a little fuzzy, dirty gray Buddha, with wistful brown eyes that spoke of a sagacity far beyond the scope of human understanding. And the games! Of course he was there, with his green and white blanket with the white “M” on either side. What matter if he did drink out of the water pail on the sidelines? What matter if he did walk across the court? He was Lord-High-Chancellor, and he knew it. The Agriculture Class was spraying trees with lead arsenate. The day was warm and Mike had been chasing an impudent rabbit. The white spray resembled milk—and he was so thirsty! The efforts of the students and of the veterinary were of no avail. A little box bearing the inscription, “For the Love of Mike,” was placed in the hall. Pennies, nickels, dimes, and a few quarters, and possibly a half dollar or two rained into the box. Today, near the east entrance of the Administration Building, unheeded and unnoticed by the present generation of preoccupied college students, is the little marble block. “MIKE To the Memory of our Dog Died, May 15, 1917.” i = 1926 ww —— — = [22]

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PRESIDENT UEL W. LAMKIN, L.L.D. The faculty, the student body and the State of Missouri are fortunate in the character of the student body of the Northwest Missouri Teachers’ College. May I express to all the students the wish that the year 1925-26 may be a red letter year—and that the hard work, the many pleasures, the fine acquaintance that has been their lot may help to bring out and develop the best in them throughout many years of useful citizenship. User W. Lamain. [23]