University of Colorado - Coloradan Yearbook (Boulder, CO)

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PRESIDENT 'wx- BAKER IN HIS LIBRARY 15111 y. yi Il ll Iljn

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l mQWN CUIWRIBUWORS E wish to take this opportunity to thank the x many whose interest and co-operation has done much to make this book possible. Be- low we print the names of the more im- portant. Eitvrarg Professor Epsteen. Professor Ayer. Professor Thompson. Professor Libby Professor Brackett. Dean Hellems. Easley S. Jones. Miss Margaret Carhart. Alfred P. Poorman. Harry A. Curtis Walter C. Hawes. Edward V. Dunklee. Will P. Green. Harold R. Waldo. Johnson E. Naugle. Floyd H. Millard. Miss Jean Mclntosh. William S. Huestis. John C. Vivian. Walter B. Sandusky. ' Fred K. Hinchman. Thomas H. Morrow. 5-Xrtiiatir Miss Edith C. Farrington. Oscar T. Kalin. Charles B. Johnson, Jr. Arthur E. Gill. Miss Nellie Anderson. Carl A. Ritter. Earl B. Millard. 7 Miss Geneva M. Bell. Herman Weinberger. Charles L. Avery. Miss Ines Stearns. Ray M. Sterrett. Fred D. Hartford. Dean T. Prosser. Russell H. Nichols. Cyrus W. Poley. Earl B. Millard. C. Robert Reed Allen C. Phelps. Homer L. Boyd. Harold H. Healy. Ralph L. Carr. Miss Florence H. Scott Walter S. Lovelace. Arthur C. Preston. Newlin D. Morgan. John S. Barrows. Raymond Venables Miss Anna Elwell. Miss Grace Miller. Carl Pease. Whitney C. Huntington Miss Myra Thomas. Floyd H. Millard. Virgil E. Metcalfe. Whipple Chester.

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419132 tu nlurahn QWTQ ET Fancy but idly your footsteps once guide 2 Past the time-hallowed scenes so familiar by day E 93 Ah, stray in the moonlight and whate,er betide, fu? Your soul's deepest love-inspired impulse obey. Then follow my thought as I stroll past the scenes Of light joys, care-free hours-and of bitterest tears. The sweet recollections that memory gleans Will make precious this hour to the futureis slow years. . In my solitude's bliss, to each view that appears As I walk in abandon of joy-sadness-blest- Each glimpse of the campus still deeper endears To my heart the sweet home where my soul found its rest. The moon o'er the lalce paves a path for the soul To the Hower-decked dells of Dame Fancy's abodeg And gently the mind touches lVlemory's scroll, And traces its way through that unwritten code. The breeze sadly sighs through the turrets of Main, Regret and vague fear to my heart it now brings, For some day will cease, to be heard ne'er again, The bell which by day now each hour gladly rings. Regrets numb my braing that the days of the past, When fondly I told each victorious peal, Shall endg recollections too frail e'en to last Will be all that I have to make the old Main Bell real. t 9