Chicago Normal School of Physical Education - Scarab Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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TI-16' SCAR.-11-3 WE? FAREVVELL 'ro C. N. S. P. E. Our heart's at Cenespe, our heart's always here. Our heart's at Cenespe, so cherished and dear. Jumping the horses and dancing so gay, Clogging so strenuously all through the day. Farewell to Cenespe, so familiar and dear. We've studied and played here for two short years. Wherever we wander, wherever we'll rove, Old Cenespe forever, forever we'll love. Farewell to our classmates, so steadfast and true. We'll remember them always and be ever true blue. Farewell to our classes we're leaving behind. Our love for Cenespe shall ever be kind. Farewell to our teachers, who have answered our pleas, For to aid our achievements they did many deeds. Farewell to our deans, who have watched us each day, May their lessons and morals by us ever stay. Our heart's at Cenespe, our heart's always here, Our heart's at Cenespe, so cherished and dear. Wherever we wander, wherever we'll rove, Old Cenespe forever, forever we'll love. D. 'IQURNER lS6l

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THU SCJ RAB bfi? NATURE fNvp1'i11fedfr0211 Mt' ,ivwzkai YYe've studied the birds ol' every kind, Know where and how their nests are lined, Watched them drink and seen them eat, Know which are slow and which are Heet, Know how they Hy or if they swim, Learned if they soar, or tlit, or skim, To the young the food they bring, Listen, to the songs they sing! Heard them early in the morning and at night Know their favorite haunts and Hight. We have looked at the eggs in the nest, And know which parents are the best. The homes made solid and secure, The birds that are timid and demure. YVe know which nests swing in the breeze, Yvhich birds build on the ground or in the Recognize their calls and cries, How they live and how they Hy, Which young fly to their fate, How soon and when the offspring mate. We have enjoyed the nature talks. But far more the hikes and walks. We learned of the owl, the tern, and the Wren, Oh, Koda dear, when may we go again? L. SCHWARZENTR tree NA'I'URE BoA'r1 NG Koda took us nature boating across the lake. We met at the pier on the stroke of eight. Medamin announced she was going along To hear the birds burst forth in song. Koda warned us we must very quiet be, If we wanted the shy birds to see. just then we heard the most unearthly sound Like the tortured cry of a tortured hound. Shriek after shriek tore through the air, Then we glanced at our Medamin fair. Found she was the creator ofthe cries, And such a sight as met our eyes! There was our helper in ills and pain Frantically acting as if insane For into her boat had flopped a fish Granting Medamin's most ardent wish, Frightening her almost to death, Leaving her pale and out of breath. No more songs did we hear that day, So we rowecl quickly away. We admit Medamin's method is the very best, Cause it left the lake one Hsh less. ISU S. FIBER

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