Slippery Rock University - Saxigena Yearbook (Slippery Rock, PA)

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30 T II E S I. I P P E R y Rocke t Class Day Program President Address....................................Genevieve McCreary Class History.............................................Donald Magee Class Poem................................................Florence Close Optimist........................................................Josephine Cross Pessimist............................................................Anna Ketzel Vocal Solo.......................................................Gertrude Meeds Class Artists.................................Matilda Reis, Jack McDonald Class Prophecy..................Florence Webb, Helen Black, Mae McAnlis Class Will..........................................................Helen Rowe Presentation of Key.......................................Meryle Pfeifer Class Donors..................Letrugh Gilmore, Helen Simison. George Wise Class Medley....................................Hanah Rood, Esther Wolfe President's Address To our friends, we bid you welcome and want you to be pleased with us and our program. Although you must keep in mind that only for today, our class day, we are selfish and are reading, talking, and singing to each other. To our faculty, we can be truthful and say we love and admire you. who have given us an example of a good character, who have not only shown an interest in our scholarship, but also our lives and our future. Since you have done these things, I am sure you may credit, in a modest way. our successes to the results of your efforts which have been mirrored in our lives. To the Juniors, the Sophomores, and the Freshmen, you have made Slippery Rock pleasant for us. We have done our best to set a good example. It we have failed, we are sorry: if perhaps some gleam of truth has flickered to you and helped you, we are glad. May you enjoy vour years in Slippery Rock as we have enjoyed ours. To my Classmates, I am glad to be your President and now thank you for the honor. Let us make today the very l)est of all. Sentiment is not to be expressed in words, but to be felt and recognized within us. We have had our fun, our work, and our troubles together and now are happy for these experiences. Seniors, our motto is “En Avant” Gen evi eve 1 cCREAKY

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'I' H IS S I, 1 P P lv R Y R () C K K T GEORGE G. WISE “Be” Butler Renfrew High School Philomathean; Bible Class; Y. M. C. A.; Mixed Chorus; Pageant; Donor; Class Play (3, 4); Philomathean Play. Blessed is he whose heart is the home of the great dead and their great thoughts. ESTHER WOLFE Tarentum Music Course; Philomathean; Mixed Chorus; Class Musician. “Her very tone is music's own, Like those of morning birds. MABEL E. WOOTTON WlLKINSBURG WlLKINSBURG HlGH SCHOOL Bryant; Bible Class; Mixed Chorus. “A tender heart: a will inflexible.

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The S hippEry Rock e t 3i Class History In the year of grace 1915, along in the youthful days of September, there entered the portals of S. R. something —which, if the word “green can be rightly applied to Freshman classes, we must have been one of the greenest that routine of the freshmen, in delivering our ticks up to the third floor of the Main Building, with all the other forms of hazing. And to think! For our first lessons our teachers assigned us, in Latin, the whole declension of tuba; in Charter Members ever entered S. R. N. We truly represented the following soliloquy: I stood upon the mountain, I gazed upon the plain, I saw a field of green stuff. That looked like waving grain. I looked a little closer. And thought it must be grass; But gracious! To my horror, It leas the Freshman class. There are now twenty-two of this heterogeneous conglomeration who survived the vicissitudes, the perturbations and the insurbordinations of the solicitous faculty. We had to go through the usual Algebra, six or eight rules to learn: in History, three whole pages of antiquity. and all the other studies were assigned in proportion. We had lots of ungalvanized gall until we got into English, when a thundering male voice like Balaam’s Ass brayed at us to “sit down, which we quickly did. But after we became familiar with our teachers, our work, and our environment. the first year of our normal life soon passed by. In the fall of 16 we came back to our sophomore year, feeling like sophists although we were unsophisticated. After getting settled down and on looking about us. we discovered twelve new members in our