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

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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

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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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32 T ii k Ski p p k r y Roc k k t class. But behold! They were every hit as sophomoric as we and, of course, welcome in our group. Naturally, after having mastered all the different branches offered to freshmen to speculate in, there was nothing to do hut tackle the untold mysteries that confront a sophomore. 'There was Plane Geometry, plane in form, hut far from plain in our minds. Then we fought many a battle in Cisalpine and Transalpine Gaul and in Aquitania with Caesar as our leader. Between the events heretofore mentioned. we had time to trim the Juniors in a game of basketball. This was the first time our effulgence became visible. The next time the curtain rises, behold us Juniors. We left Sophistry and began to adore Psyche, whom some of us now nearly love. A large number of Sophomores failed to return in '17. but forty-live new members joined us and then our class was brought up to its high standard. Along with our new members, came Dr. Eisenberg, who proceeded to light us up, both with erudition and electricity. Here, our knowledge demanded an organized class. We began our work with the idea of becoming masters of it. but alas! the solid aspect of Solid Geometry with the solidity of our craniums almost caused a solidification in the mathematical realm. Cicero never caused much worry because he never got a chance. But when everyone learned that the object of the teacher was only to furnish the occasion (which they did), everyone got down to business and the Junior work, which is the hardest in the course was accomplished with no small degree of satisfaction. Our Junior class was strong in athletics, our boys defeating the rest of the school in basketball and our girls trim- ming all the other classes, almost. The class had its first party that year in the Gymnasium. It consisted of games, refreshments, and dancing. In the latter part of the year, the class gave a banquet in honor of the Seniors. We must not forget that during our Junior year, John Hoekenberry was the first member of our class to answer the call to the colors, while afterwards, seven more went. September last brought the class back to make its final plunge necessary to win the goal, graduation. Every one entered into the spirit of the work which lay before him. Of course it would be a relief to be free from the grind and it seems that the faculty was not sorry to see us go. After the first of the year, the boys began to come back from our country’s call. We were also glad to welcome “Red” Beighle in our class after having served a year and a half in Tncle Sam’s navy. Two of our boys did not get back in time to finish and another started to Allegheny College. 'Phe athletics did not amount to much in our class this year. 'Phe boys never got together and the girls lost in a hard-fought game of basketball to the Juniors. Our social events consisted of wiener roasts in the fall and a banquet in the “Gym.” The Juniors entertained us with a “Prom” which was one of the most elaborate ever given by a class in Slippery Rock. As we survey this class seated before us and with a keen scrutinizing gaze take in this peerless panorama of human kind, as we look into the radiant faces of those who have so recently doffed their garb of freshness and have risen into a higher plane of action, we can but exclaim, what a segment of work is the class of '19. Our class is not as large as some of former years,