Cedarville University - Miracle / Cedrus Yearbook (Cedarville, OH)

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19 19 HISTORY OF THF SOPHOMORE CLASS, ’21 THE skies wept for two weeks, unceasingly and mournfully, after September 11, 1918. And what wonder! The class that had been Freshmen in ’17 were Sophomores in '18. The faculty syrnpa- thized with the skies, for they began to realize that there were only three more years to be spent in the company of the distinguished class ol '21. The Seniors were blue because they were not Freshmen so that they would have the privilege of longer enjoying the company of the class of '21. 'I’he Juniors went about with regretful faces wishing they had remained out of school another year and thus have the honor of graduating in the class of ’21. Even the poor, scared, little Freshmen felt worse be- cause they had missed the class of '21. The Sophomores alone remained cheerful amid all this woe, because they were perfectly satisfied to be just what they were. After two weeks things began to clear up. The faculty began to realize that, “although blessings brighten as they take their flight,” the best thing to do is to enjoy them ere they flee. 'Pile Seniors, Juniors, and Freshmen decided that if they could not be Sophomores in '18, they would do the next best thing and enjoy the Sophomores’ company. And the sun began to shine. Then you should have seen those Sophomores dig! No, they didn't grind. They were studious, yet a lively bunch. In the course of a few weeks they held a class meeting and the girls gave the presidency to the sole and only “Lord of Creation in the class, Harold Hammond, of Industry, Pennsyl- vania. But, alas, in this life not even Sophomores’ lives sail smoothly along. Not many days passed before the class gathered at the home of one of the most studious and reliable girls in the class, Helen Stewart, of Wilmington Pike. 'Phe purpose of this gathering was to bid farewell to their secretary, who was leaving college to take up life in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. Harry Wright and Nelson Thorne, former members of ’17, having served their country, the former “over here,” the latter “over there,” were received again into the class with much rejoicing mixed with pride. Soon trouble came again. Ida Rees, jolly, good-natured Ida, from Cam- den, Ohio, had to return to her home in the middle of the school year. Ida could not remain away, however, and returned to be a Sophomore again. Eva Liming, who only spent a short time with the class, left about this time for other pastures. In their moments of grief, the class was cheered and uplifted again by the entrance of another member. This time it was Paul Duncan, of Dar- lington, Pennsylvania, a Junior, who wishing to be nearer the Freshmen, joined the Sophomore ranks. Then, what a spread at Bob Edwards'! What eats they had! How th? Freshman paid them a visit and were forced to admit the Sophs were kind- hearted, after all! It would be impossible to cram into few words the doings of these Soph- omores. This is but a brief resume, and “the half has not been told.” —M. L. G. 31

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SOPHOMORF, POEM It little profits a poet born To sit and think and blow his horn, Telling of the deeds of Sophomore days, When certainly each one knows our ways. But lest wc forget, it is good and well On Sophomore works for a while to dwell; So get your knitting and have a seat, While you learn of a class that can’t be beat. There is Louisa Greer, a Pennsylvania lass; She was never known to cut a class; Hut she often dreams about “the farm.” Says she, “Short boys are surely a charm.” Miss Rees of our class, charming and fair, Was anxious to help Uncle Sam “over there,” Hut the armistice put out the light of her hope Of going across seas in a big steamboat. Miss Stewart, the girl divinely fair— She is always smiling, knows no care; She is fine in class, never plays hook Since friends and good times she finds in a book. There is our New York boy, Nelson Thorne, Who for good deeds was only born; He was overseas, and helped lick the Hun; Ah, a fine soldier! He never knew run. Paul Duncan, our little energetic preacher, Is much interested in a pretty school teacher; Paul is our devoted Seminary lad, He never believed in doing anything bad. Among our boys who heard Uncle Sam’s call Was Harry Wright, fair and tall; He ioined the Colors in the S. A. T. C. Would that we were all happy and joyous as he! Now, the composer of this work is surely some poet; With a little hair on his chin, he would make a fine “ goet ” (goat). 32 —D. H. H.