University of Colorado - Coloradan Yearbook (Boulder, CO)

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LUMAN M. GIFFIN, M. D., 5 S Professor of Surgery. What nobler office than relieving pain, Relieving half the sting of suffering That maladies to weakly mankind bring. To hold pale death in check, remove the bane Of hungry horrors; shake the aged reign Of grisly ailments; would that I could sing A deeper song, that from my lips might spring Acknowledgements that Gods might not disdain. And yet no idle song can amply praise The deeds that come within thy daily round; No studied words sufficiently upraise The virtues that within thy role abound. Of Aesculapius disciple strong Accept the spirit of this humble song. IRA M. DE LONG, B. A., M. A., a T a. Professor of Mathematics. Advance of sciences on fact depends ; To build up something great the way is slow ; All tasks like thine a useful part bestow As work of Euclid other work befriends: For thou hast seen that Learning never ends No matter what the lengths our minds may go, Thy teaching seems at times both mean and low And yet to make the fuller man it tends. Show us that what now seems mere drudgery Is but the deepest, broadest, highest way. Ease loving minds from ignorance to free And tribute to the better self to pay. The way to learn thy truths is steep and long; Attainment is to the brave and to the strong. ALBERT A. REED, LL. B. Professor of Law. What man has lived who worshipped not the strong? The hours grow into days, the days to years, A life is builded and a man appears, A man pre-eminent in any throng To guide the youth in thorny paths along: Respected Reed! thy very virtue rears A shrine at which we worship; may our fears Of learning never melt through thee in song. To thee all paths are straight, for thou art wise, Thou hast seized chance and opportunity — Help us to do the like e ' er prospect flies, Help us the good of patient work to see. To gather wisdom lies no easy way, Teach us to build with thee, from day to day.

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MARY RIPPON, A r Profe of Ge Who sees thy face sees kindness, lord of all, And that the soul is there, behind thine eyes Is surety and faith and not surmise; A soul to help and aid what e ' er befall, A soul to harken to each earnest call, To save from folly; make us truly wise As thou art; give to us an humble guise To stand before thee in thy learning ' s hall: As oft before, in our simplicity We ask thee to vouchsafe a greater light To teach our fait ' ring, erring eyes to see. Our ears to hear thy precepts — learn aright: We learn from thee the law of gentleness, And wilh the others gone, thy name to bless. J. RAMOND BRACKETT, B. A., M. A., Ph. D., X I Professor of English Literature. Our Nestor! In far fields have labored long; Thy thoughts are music and thy voice its lute That can to other ' s hearts those thoughts transmute; A worthy labor of the brave and strong To teach the right in lore, to shun the wrong: We pray that to resolve each mad dispute Of critics, be thy valued struggle ' s fruit, To touch the heart the laurel of thy song. On fruitful soil may each fair seed be sown To bring forth richly its one hundred fold; Through each seed, nourished in the heart and grown Thy patient, kind forbearance be extolled: A noble work, to teach the mind of youth, Forever, truth is all and beauty truth.

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F. B. R. HELLEMS, B. A., Ph. D., l B K. Dean College of Liberal Arts; Professor of Latin. Some long to hear the world proclaim them great, And some there are who long for earthly power, That fickle thing that changes in an hour, While some strive for a happy earthly state: Of all the things that make the soul elate Thou hast the best, — of love the very flower; The love of all thy fellowmen thy dower, Which Fortune gave thee when thou wedded Fate. What more can mortal claim than fellow ' s love, The blessings warm of each and every friend; What more can earth bequeath, or heav ' n above Upon the favored or the chosen send? Thou, Hellems, hast the love of fellowmen, The greatest good within our mortal ken. FRANCIS RAMALEY, © a x, B Professor of Biology. KiH. Who learns of thee, Ramaley, learneth well; Thy methods are correct, thy precepts true, Thy grasp upon fair knowledge old and new Thou dost impart to those who with thee dwell, Striving to see the grace of science ' s spell: Minute details of science to construe And bring before the earnest student ' s view — Fresh beauties of the trees and flowered dell. Although a science is indeed an art Not many they who came beneath thy care With sturdy will and knowledge-seeking heart But come away with wisdom ' s gleanings rare. Teach us to share thy carefulness of mind, And see the truths to which we now are blind. CHAS. A. AYER, II II, Ph. D. Professor of Romance Languages. A store house for sweet thoughts must be thy brain, Or seeds of romance in thy pathway sown, Of southern minds, have come to be thine own Through study of the tongues of France and Spain; Infusing into others ' minds a train Of thought like that of mystic Calderon, To watch the fruit that in those minds has grown Were work well done that merits every gain. Thou teachest well the music and the grace That e ' er abides in tongues of southern clime; The tender passions of a southern race Are taught by thee through works of other time. Entrancing theme is thine, nor only theme, Thy teaching too, is worthy note, we deem. m