Bradley University - Anaga Yearbook (Peoria, IL)

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194215, if mi: l26IlllITlSC6lTC6S--' SCICI ClITCl GlClCl OW often have I watched them-in sombre cap and gown- The Seniors-with their dignity, and intellectual frown, On the day of convocation form the students, two by two And march upon the platform to receive their sheepskins new. I wonder-will we look the same, as up the steps we trip And give thanks for our diplomas with fear and trembling lip? Will the class of nineteen seventeen look as staid and dignified As those who in the past have worn the laurel wreath with pride? But still, however that may be, 'twill be a joyous dayg We'll enjoy it to the utmostg after that, let come what mayg Our exalted, high position will set us quite apart, And the black robes of the student will conceal an eager heart. Of course, some few will imitate with skill the scholar's air, And those who wear nose glasses will maintain a learned stareg This maiden with her flowing robes will make a solemn judge, Though she never passes judgment except on chocolate fudge. There are several I might mention who would look demure and shy, With their caps at rakish angles over merry, twinkling eyeg But all roguishness is laid aside on that auspicious day, When each receives the vision of life's ever-broadening way. And the thrill of expectation is tempered by the thought Of our blessed Alma Mater, and the lessons she has taughtg We look back in contemplation on the profitable years VVe have spent within her portals, with our pleasures and our fears. She has guided us and led us, and taught us how to live, How to work and do for others, and of ourselves to giveg And as we come to leave her, may we honor and revere The spirit of our college life-our Alma Mater dear. -D. C., '1v. 22

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HDOCllC,S ECll'l U l.ll?6 PACI-IE awoke and shuffled his wings uneasily. It was growing dark and a vague, growing unrest, gradually took hold of him. He moved again, this time so brusquely as to arouse his brother, who squeaked resentfully and struck out his beak once or twice in a vengeful, brotherly way. Why can't you let a fellow sleep? What's the matter with you anyway, can't you be satisfied without forever waking up to stuff yourself? he said, much more plainly than words. However he hadn't rubbed the sleep out of his eyes yet, and his aim being bad his beak glanced harmlessly off from Apache's stout armor of resilient wing feathers. They were a quarrelsome pair, very much like brothers, and gave their mother endless worry and opportunities to spank them heartily, opportunities she was not slow to avail herself of. Indeed, I think they were fiercer and less forgiving than most families, because it was not in their nature to be kind. Continual fighting to protect one's self or to gain food, tends to erase any softness, which may be hidden beneath the surface of the most gentle of beings, and centuries of bitter struggle for existence have left few tender feelings in the breast of the hawk. Once awake Apache's brother realized why Apache had stirred so restlessly, and he joined in the disquieting peeps and whistles, which his brother was uttering. They were hungry, but worse than that they were lonesome and fearful of the deep shadows which were falling over the great marsh. The strange eerie silence of evening was closing in about them and they missed the protecting warmth of their mother, as she huddled over them or sat on the edge of the nest and divided up the mice or tiny rabbit which she never failed to bring for their dinner. And those strange unexplainable noises,-the honk of the Canadian goose as he flew on his way to the North, the yapping of a fox as he leisurely hopped by on the trail of an unluckly rabbit, or the far off splash of a bass breaking water after a minnow-these rushed in and struck terror to the hearts of the. tiny feathered occupants of the big nest, which was tightly wedged in the crotch of a giant swamp maple as it towered up sixty feet without a single branch, and then branched suddenly over the tops of the other trees. It was a large tree, even among the enormous, densely packed boles of the swamp growth, and had been particularly chosen by Apaehe's father and mother, while on their honeymoon, because it had no low branches and measured a little more than twice the distance in circumference which even a large boy can enclose with his legs and arms. One of the former boys had tried it when Apache was only a turbid spot in the yolk of an egg, but had soon given it up in despair. Apache's father had soared a little too close to exult at his enemies' discomforture and had fallen victim to a charge of number four shot fired from the barrel of a full choked shot-gun. His wings now adorned a barn door about two miles back in the hills, but of that Apache was carelessly ignorant. He had entirely forgotten his father, but he began to whimper a soft whistling ery for his mother. He had never appreciated her before because she had never failed him. Now he was very cold and snuggled down beside his brother. They put their bills together and dozed off as the darkness settled down impenetrably upon them. The cold rays of the morning sun glowed redly from the big limb immediately above the nest. In a minute the nestlings were awake and crying for their cus- 23