Bethany College - Bethanian Yearbook (Bethany, WV)

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SENIOR POEM. 05. thou gem of many ages, Foiever be The cliihl of prophets, heroes, sages ' ho lived for thee. How hast thou, goaded Ijy ambition. Swept every sky ; And vexed by rugged Fate ' s condition. Heaved anxious sigh? For thee ai! ancients vied in making Their rich bequest alor and N ' irtuc ' s undertaking Are yours in zest. Thou ' st pro ' ed tlie value of thy patrimony In studious zeal Hast tried thyself in pathways often stony So rough and real. To gaze enchanted on the heights before thee Some day to gain ; To yield demurely while arts classic bore thee ; All to attain ; To wrestle science skeletons at midnight Miile nerves despair: r To sit at Finals ' ' until fading daylight Trips on the stair ; To dare to haze a Gu)- in dauntless spirit, Thy friend and mate ; To Biz, to flirt — perhaps tn wed — yet flourish Thy name in state. All these have been thy measured pastimes Classmates, dear. So may be passed their treasured lastimes The Senior year ! Oh seasons swift have come and gone — the fickle. False and true. Yet e ' er witli victorious tread the cycle Hast borne thee thro ' . As thou hast garnered in the perfumes From wisdom ' s horns Let pour thy cherished cornucopia Blossoms without thorns. Whate ' er may be the future years oncoming, May each survi ' e As safe so far — so safe ahead to harbor The Class of 1905. — Gerald Culberson. 24

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JUNIOR HISTORY. Be still sad Soph, ami cease youv fr oat ' uig. From the clock tower, old rose and vhite is floating. Into your life some foe must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. YES, and the davs were dark and dreary, for a mightier hand of verdant youths never came to Bethany. When the colors were worn early in February. KJ03, little stir was made. As Freshmen they lived on in silence until one line May day. A storm was brewing. Early in the morning distant rumblings were heard and continued louder and louder all dav. The hush of the chapel was disturbed by the sudden circling of a dove over the heads of the astonished worshipers. And what was the portent of this omen? l rom the pinions of this bird of peace wa ed tlie ribbons which struck terror to the hearts of the Sophomores and Juniors, and which brought an appro ing smile to the faces of their allies, crowned with th.e Senior lids. Any Freshman cotdd interpret this omen. It was Freshman class day and war, cruel war, was abroad in the land. One could almost smell the fumes of the smoke, — pepper smoke. Suspicion lurked on the countenance of each under classman. By evening the excitement was intense. Just at dusk dim forms could be seen hurrying to chapel, read) ' for the first call to arms. Bv half past seven chapel hall was well filled, a few of those on the program were waiting but where was their worthv President? Just at the last minute he rushed upon the chapel steps and breathlessly told of his thrilling escape from the room of a down-town Junior. In the midst of this tale, a bunch of Juniors and Sopho- mores, wild-eyed and savage, appeared on the landing. A struggle ensued. Every Freshman fought bravely and the fight proved to be a Waterloo for the enemy. After the smoke of the battle had cleared away, those on the jirogram, led by the President, marched tri- umphantly to the platform. The evening ' s entertainment began. Two vacant chairs were conspicuous. How- ever, presently the door opened and in rushed the missing brothers. Yith dress-suits disarranged, disheveled, brows beaded with perspiration, thev dropped into their seats amid the wild cheers of the crowd. With these two the program was completed and the Freshman Cl?ss had earned her ]ilace in the annals of Pietliany class history. 26