Bradley University - Anaga Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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In Memoriam It is an ancient learned Dean, And he stoppeth one of three,- By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, Now wherefore stopp'st thou me? The class-room door is open wide, And cutting is a sing- Besides I know my Deutsch to-day, So, truly, ich muss hin! He holds him with his stern, cold eye:- My office, sir quoth he, ls where thou'llt spend this hour, methinks, In t6te i. t6te with me! Thy sudden virtue cannot fool So wise a Dean as I, 'Tis not the class-room that attracts,- 'Tis the otlice thou wouldst fly! ' He leads him to his office drearg The student's blood runs chill,- He follows meekly as a child - It is the Dean's stern will. He sits upon the chair's mere edge, He cannot choose but hear, And thus spake on that learned man, The Dean, so sage and sere: Thy classes thou hast daily cut, And sometimes two or threeg And now the dreaded time has come For reckoning with mel ll Thy lessons poor and poorer grow, They're nothing now but blulfg And of such stunts as yours, I say, We've surely had enough! The student madly tears his hair, Yet cannot choose but hear, And thus spake on that ancient man, The Dean, so sage and sere: Last quarter thou didst get a 'Hunk,' Two 'cons' and an 'incomplete':- 'Tis all because thy mode of life Is just a bit too fleet! He learneth most who worketh most On things both great and smallg But as for thee, my dear young sir, Thou workest not at all l So now my patience is quite goneg I tell thee once for all: This very morning thou shalt say Farewell to Bradley Hall! He went like one who hath been stunned From out that odice doorg And since that day his merry laugh Rings through the halls no more! S. J. Grant. if K. G' I

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Theodore Chalon Burgess, Ph. D. President of the Faculty, Director of the Institute, Dean of College and Higher Academy, and Pro- fessor of Greek and Latin. He is a great observer and he looks Quite through the deeds of men. Helen Bartlett, Ph. D. Dean of Women and Professor of Modern Languages. I will neither yield to the song of the siren, nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile, nor the howling of the wolf! Clarence Elmer Comstock, A. M. Assistant Professor of Mathe- matics. And in his brain - he hath strange places, crammed With observation, the which he vents In varied forms. Charles Truman Wyckoff, Ph. D. Dean of Lower Academy and Professor of History. He would make three bites of a cherry! Frederic Lendall Bishop, Ph. D. Assistant Professor of Physics. And when you stick on conversation's burrs, A Don't strew your pathway with those dreadful ur-r-r-s. F' -3- 1 1 1 1 1 1 1 l 1 1 1 3 1 1 5 'qi' 1 1 I 1 Q19 na