Ottawa University - Ottawan Yearbook (Ottawa, KS)

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Who sows This barren earTh? Who reaps iTs golden crop? A hundred voices welled up Trom here: Called Tor wisdom, knowledge- And an easy way ouT of life. An escape Trom all ThaT is realiTy. As a means To losing ourselves we ThoughT OT Riches, passion, Tame, glory, marTyrdom, seclusion, And all The hundred-and-one TaceTs oT egoism. Escape Trom The inescapable. Where do you go O leaT? From where do you come O wind? A young man swells wiTh pride as he SwiTTly crosses The goal To score. He is Caesar, Alexander, Eisenhower- And Tar away, on a lonely shore A seaman is aTTaclced by a razor-mouThed barracuda And he sTands in The waTer Looking dumbly aT his enTrails, TloaTing before him. We bring wiTh us our homes, Encased in our personaliTies, painTed brighTly ln our Taces and our sTep. Here The dull and lusTreless eyes oT men and women Find a sparkle-begin To burn wiTh ioy and inTeresT. We mock and ieer our Tellow- And in The guieT nighT our own image comes beTore us And we are TrighTened. CEDARCREST. Girls like Kay's brownies and Kay's boys. F. H. A. Housing UniTs. Known as Splin+erviIle To some, The barracks To oThers, and home To TwenTy-Tive mar ried couples and TorTy men sTudenTs. HOUSEMOTHERS. Mrs. J. W. Schlaegel, CharlTon CoT- Tageg Mrs. E. H. Kinney, Women's Residence Hall: Kay Kimball, Cedarcresh Efhel Smarf, Ward Manor and Splin- Terville g Mrs. Fern Finch, Sheldon Hall. Science Hall: The searing smell oT acid. The dead smell oT Tormaldehyde and Trogs in boTTles. ExperimenTs and unlcnown quanTiTies To be explained. Problems ThaT Talce hours To solve And malce us use our minds. The pure science ThaT we are aTraid oT because we do noT undersTand. And because we are afraid They do noT undersTand. Problems, We learned To solve and wondered why. Eaces. Everywhere Taces. Some we lilce, and oThers we dislilce. And when we are honesT we see our own... Even Though whaT we see is noT pleasanT.

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Angry, frowning faces, scolding. Lovely, loving faces, caring. And noise, and food, and ironing boards: AT all hours. Love affairs and sighs: Love affairs and Tears: A house of human lives and many sfories- Which you can remember. So much To remember! A sTone, a leaf, a door! Across a sun-whiTened sTreeT sTarTs The lawn, Green, Touched wiTh The dead, whiTe balls of Dandelions. The leaves on The Trees are Thick And a dark green, fluTTering on The fringe of a Thin foresT, sTill and hoT in The midsT. A sTone gaTe marks The enTrance aT 9Th and Cedar. Old and sfeady, a daTe is carved upon iT. Summers leaves hide The buildings, excepT where A new one sTands whiTe on The souTh corner. The grass moves, speaking, MRS. HOWARD G. COLWELL, presideni' of The Norfhern Bapfisf Convenfion, was a December chapel speaker. AT The RITCHIE DAY chapel a faculfy meefing dramafized by s+udenTs presenfed a phase of Dr. RiTchie's services To The school. 1 W If 'NL Telling where The wind blows. And soon all of This will be near forgoTTen- Or iT will be a blurred memory: Like The memory of a sunseT aT sea. AdminisTraTion Building: hoT, dusTy home of our lnTellecTg vine covered hall of liTTle vicTims. Place of our ambiTion, seaf of pride! l-lere we climb To share The envied kiss of wisdom To warm our hearfs aT knowledge's secreT door. NOT all of us sTudied-none of us enough. Our Teachers Tried as besT They could And we someTimes failed To go our reasonable disTance Underfones of dissaTisfacTion swepT These halls, AT ignorance of Teacher, sTudenT, self: All The while forgeTTing ThaT we are all human. De gusTibus non esT dispuTanclum. The presenTaTion of Haydn's TOP SYMPHONY has become an annual Chrisfmas evenf. Special guesi' arTisT This year was Bundy on The bird-whisfle. A look inTo The MAIN LOUNGE of The Women's Residence Hall.

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..v f A f Our memory is oT a sea oT Taces. Rippling wiTh laughTer, heaving wiTh sighs, Flowing in Trom porTs all over The world: AusTralia, China, Germany, ATrica And our own America. Then leaving on The Tide oT graduaTion. Faces: Taces oT aThleTes, sToic, immobile, And noT prone To smile excepT aT oTher Taces, SToic, immobile. Faces oT women: Blank, expressionless Taces: lnTeresTing, sToried Taces. EducaTed Taces. Faces oT hungry women. Passive expressions. FrusTraTed expressions. Religious Taces And Taces beauTiTul, radianT, expressive- Like TirsT Tlowers in spring. We are people, and all These Things we remember. There are oTher Things, absTracT, Thar we remember. Feelings, aTTiTudes, aTmosphere. The sighTs, sounds and smells aT TooTball Time. Yellow and brown leaves, nervous crowds ThaT iosTle old women. Popcorn, cokes, candy bars And, when The lighTs are ouT, CigareTTes, doTTing The crowd like TireTlies. Who can TorgeT his own sporT, Track, baskeTball, Tennis, golT, and The oThers, Or The Thrill oT beaTing Baker. Our life aT OTTawa- One oT ink and Typing paper. Homework and heavy eyelids. Bells, reaching ouT And making us kill cokes and grape soda. ConversaTion, and raised voices ThaT make up Tor Lack oT inTormaTion. l.eTTers Trom home ThaT ask How we are and hope ThaT all is well. SHELDON HALL. The rooms of This preTenTious old home are now occupied by assorTed aThleTes, English maiors, and minisTerials. WARD MANOR. A gifT To The universify by Dr. M. L. Ward, one of The early professors, is This dormiTory for men. Handel's greaT oraTorio THE MESSIAH, was pre- senTed by The O. U. choir December ll aT The FirsT BapTisT Church. A large crowd, including many guesTs from oTher ciTies, Thrilled To The music oT l40 voices, under The direcTion oT Edgar D. Kerr.