Oregon State University - Beaver Yearbook (Corvallis, OR)

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jFurelimrb 3ln thr a election of the material for the 1912 lear itfooh, it has been our aim to use such subjects as hunt lb best portray stubent life in its true phase ou our campus. - Hie present our booh, Ijopiit it luill be receibeb not only faith mere interest but faitlj pleasure, as a bolume to reminb the stubents aub frieubs that our pursuits aub sentiments are humorous as (well as sincere.

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THE YEAR OF JUBILEE lly Professor Loren Burton Biildwjn TWELVEMONTH ago the Oregon Agricultural College celebrated with fitting and impressive ceremonies a quarter centennial jubilee. The covering of the first J B twenty-five-year stretch of a century course was deemed an achievement of epochal S — • importance in the history of the institution, and worthy of eventful celebration. When withdrawn from the world’s noise and strife we give over to the illusions of reverie, wc live again in the joyous days and nights of the jubilee—days and nights filled with the exquisite delights of reunion and association. Transported in seasons of spiritual elevation to the scenes of those June days, we stroll along walks winding amid greenswards, beautified by foliage and flowers; wc pass into the shadows of academic halls, which look sagely down and knowingly admonish us that art is long and lore is deep. Reposed on the sloping lawn, under spreading boughs of leafv tree, we listen enraptured to the rising and falling, the swelling and diminishing strains of martial music from the Regiment Band, and thrill with patriotic emotion as companies and battalions glittering with the panoply of war and militant with banners move with measured step in brilliant evolutions of parade. As the scene shifts, we watch a stately procession of automobiles rolling along the avenues and drives. Now with the descent of evening shadows, under the glare of the campus lights, breaks forth a wild pandemonium—sights and sounds, fantastic, grotesque, grim, grewsome, demoniacal, blood-curdling, marrow-freezing. The multitude look on, some with mute amazement, others with hilarious demonstration, others with unimprcssiblc stoicism. “What meaneth this? Why coineth hence those unsightly forms? What region of the universe is the abode of such hideous spectres?” queries the throng. These arc mortals of earth that have Inrcii touched by the magic wand of an enchanter,” is the answer passed along by the wise ones; “nor can they resume human shape and mien until he reverses his rod and mutters his mystic mummeries. The uproar ceases; the spell is broken; we behold the faces of fellow mortals in the flesh; the illusion is explained—we have been witnessing the student pageant announced last evening in the city paper. Passing days and nights witness alumnal reunions, class rallies, the dedication of class trophies. Classmen of 75 claim comradeship with classmen of '10 in the feast, music and mirth of banquet hall. The reminiscences and prophecies of Class Day reveal buoyancy of hope, abounding vigor, trial and struggle, glowing ambition, defeats and triumphs, as the experiences and expectancies of the Senior Classmen. 13