Capital University - Capitalian Yearbook (Columbus, OH)

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. . New Shakespeares, Lockes, and Ciceros, well- schooled in classics, essays, and orations - 10-

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All through the years the feeble library. Inadequately housed in Lehmann Hall, Struggled on as an orphaned ugly child. Whose stunted growth advanced as best it could. A fire broke out, and when its flames were quelled, Disturbed attention clamored for new quarters. Removed to Recitation Hall, the books Were later catalogued, arranged, and shelved. But still a separate building was the goal. Thus, when a generous gift made possible Attainment of that dream, the work began. And at the western edge of the old grove Wisdom was shrined behind her hawthorne tree. Reynolds and Spielman made clear marks at Cap As early heads, but they had left the scene By eighteen fifty-seven. Lehmann was dead In eighteen eighty-one. Succeeding him Was Loy whose nine-year term gave way to Schuette. Stellhorn was new in eighteen ninety-four. And six years later Schuh was seventh head. The old order passed—the new began. And strong young shoulders bowed beneath new burdens And problems old as history itself. The new men had to stride to set their feet In footprints that the fathers gone before Had left upon the solid earth, and where They hoped to step, should God allow them strength. -9-

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There was a man whose administration Led through a full third of the century. His name was Otto Mces, son of old Rabb. Tradition says that his own student days Were marked by sundry daring peccadilloes: Perhaps he helped to stripe the college horse, Or set a surrey on a pig-pen roof Some dark and half-mysterious Hallowe’en. He was a man whose versatility Was coupled with his wise ability In understanding men and destinies. He was a stalwart man, rooted in God, And bound by love. His long administration Battled through two hard wars, one black depression, Struggled against defeat, disintegration. While all this time, behind his dancing eyes, Mees marshalled forces, dreamed a million dreams, And with these two moved earth and opposition. He was an artist in whose work is seen The essence of creative mind and hands. He saw the needs of Capital far better Than any living man, and on those needs He acted, with a will as strong as iron. The president who came in forty-six Was Yochum, filling Mees’s time-worn chair; His was no easy task: the school was large. And years had crystallized the thought of men. The president was calm, his black cigar Flamed red, then smouldered on; his puns became A campus expectation. (The grapevine voice Tells of the day in slippery December A co-ed fell upon the icy walk. As books and person sprawled around his feet He asked who gave official permission To drop those subjects.) And as he labored on Some dreams were given form. - 11 -