University of Iowa - Hawkeye Yearbook (Iowa City, IA)

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In Memoriam e LEONARD BLINN, Jr. ROY D. DUFFIELD EDITH LYLE BALE Sometime, when all life ' s lessons have been learned And sun and stars forever more have set, The things which our weak judgements here have spurned, The things o ' er which we grieved with lashes wet Will flash before us, out of life ' s dark night, As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue ; And we shall see how all God ' s plans are right, And how what seemed reproof was love most true. God ' s plans like lillies pure and white unfold. We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart, Time will reveal the calyxes of gold. And if through patient toil, we wash the land Where tired feet with sandals loosed, may rest, When we shall clearly see and unde rstand, I think that we will say, ' God knew the best I '

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his school days a memory of joy, that bind him to his college mirth and sorrow with a host of memories that time can never efface. But its history is the unwritten—the unwritten story of the visible ties of association, of friendship, of love. Its richest pages live only in the silent depths of the heart, in the touch of life on life, of soul on soul, beyond the ken of the historian to know or to relate. Then why shall we recount the passing deeds of valor or of skill ? Tangible they are, indeed, and often have they brought us pleasure, at times e ' en tastes of glory. But why shall we recount them here ? True, we have been debarred from no avenue of college activity—no class is. If we have had defeats the world knows and we need not tell it. And why shall we recite our victories the world knows them? Or if it has so soon forgot why shall we recount them only to be forgot again? Neither, indeed, are they of themselves part or parcel in our history; they have place therein only as they form chapters in the infinite whole of the life of each individual. Chapters in such history are the earliest impressions as we met for the first time, our opinions of each other to form, our ances to make; the conflicts, the factions, and, as the heat of contest passed away, new friendships, true and fast, that shall never fade. The rush of memories surrounding our first social when each fought for the other and the girls led the fray; the social life what would bind us in unyielding ties to the past were it not for the sharing of experience, common pleasures and disappointments. But what shall we say of those whose footsteps shall never more resound in the halls where once they trod, whose voices shall never more be heard where they were wont to speak of those whom Death has called ? Who can picture the depth of sorrow as each summer one by one they have been called to the Great Beyond ? Dare you say that they are still not of our number, their lives not part of our history ? Dare you say that our history is coterminous with college days and that it shall cease when we shall have passed from these portals ? Did I speak of chapters in history ? There are no chapters in history. It is one unbroken stream rolling on ever wider and deeper as the years pass away.

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Junior Roll Theo. Anderson J. E. Balle William Lloyd Barker George D. Barth John Beardsley Jean D. Bishop Fred C. Blume Bertha Marie Blum Edward Harris Bond Samuel Joe Brown Nannie Grace Carroll George Henry Carter Park K. Chamberlain Joseph E. Clayton Mellville Fisk Clements Clyde Beryl Cobb May Belle Coldren H. L. Colony Edwin Grant Copeland William Hammond Eaton Martha Elva Emry Lucie M. Ensign Carl Eustis