College of the Sisters of Bethany - Ivy Leaf Yearbook (Topeka, KS)

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lillllIIIIIIHIIIIIIIlIIllIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII T H E 1 v Y L E A F lllllllllIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIIli The Elevators View Point We read and hear about eminent people who have achieved popularity through their kind words, charming personality, or through some other outstanding trait, which they possess, but it is very seldom that we hear of a person who has become popular by accepting abuse. A few days ago, three girls were engrossed in a deep conversation as I passed by during my daily routine. Each one thought that she was extremely abused and one said that she knew her parents loved her no more, because she had not received a box of candy from them for six days. Dear me! if I could only look :forward to rewards after suffering such torture as I do every day! I am actually a slave to the girls here at school. I am absolutely under their con- trol, and I flinch from their slightest touch. My sleeping quarters are in the base- ment of Wolfe Hall, and, if the girls happen to leave me suspended in the air, I sometimes get no real rest for hours. I now have gashes in my sides and my nerves are shattered repeatedly when some- one slams the door which is the most abused part of my anatomy. Although Miss Carlisle has the electrician give me a physical examination regularly once a week, he is sometimes called at other intervals. Often I dream of the time when I shall be old, weak, and shaky, and shall no longer be able to do my work. A prisoner's life now would be easy compared with mine, because he is at least able to observe the beauties of nature, and the beautiful sun- shine. I am a prisoner, serving a-life sentence, shut off from the outside world. in a dark and dingy shaft, which is my home. I am in a worse condition than the Prisoner of Chillon because he could at least make friends with the spiders while I am in such constant use that the spiders have no time to spin their webs anywhere near me. The girls are not permitted to use me after 10 o'clock on Friday evening so I usually get most of my sleep then. They come home from concerts looking so weary and tired that I sometimes wish I could extend a cordial invitation to them to ride upstairs but as they are not allowed to do so, I dare not permit myself to ask them, because the teachers treat me so kindly that they are my best friends and I should not like to lose their friendship. My hours of toil are extremely long, but, thank goodness! I am only forced to carry six girls at once. Yesterday one of the girls on the third floor wished to use me at the same time that a girl inthe basement was trying desperately to pull me down. I happened to be resting one the first floor and I was suddenly arounsed as my back was given a violent twist. I groaned with pain and the girl on the third eventually decided that she would be able to get to class more swiftly if she ran downstairs, so the strain was relieved and I Went merrily upon my way to the basement. Last week, a saucy Freshman tacked signs all over me advertising an auction, which the class intended to give soon. No matter how hard I try, it is utterly impossible for me to please most of these girls They ridicule me because I ascend so slowly and when I do happen to feel well, they scream and run because they think the elevator is out of order if I go faster than usual. I never realize how much people appreciate and miss me, until I stop to be ex- amined. The girls walk upstairs then and I overhear them praising me and saying what a wonderful convenience the elevator is and also how careful they will be of me when I am well again. I am always sorry to see the girls leave for their vacations because I work over- time then, carrying trunks, suit-cases, victrolas and nukes when they are preparing to leave, and after they have gone, I still continue to work on and on, carrying fur- niture from one floor to another, etc. This year has been a dreadful strain on me, since last year fourth floor was in- habited by a few members of the faculty, I rarely visited that part of the building. This year, however, fourth floor is occupied by eight busy seniors who are always in need of me so that they may rush from class to class during the day. Sometimes I get so tired that I cannot keep my eyes open any longer and my red light flickers and gradually goes out. This is very annoying to many, and soon I am rudely awakened by someone fastening a bulb to my head, which causes me to open my eyes again immediately. I contracted an awful cold last night because the basement window was left open. I fear that I shall not be of much service today to my friends. - VERNE WAGNER. Page Thirty-eight IIIIIIlllllllllllllIlllllllllllllIIIIlllllllllllllllllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHHII? 1 9 2 7 illIllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

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lIIIIHIIIIIIHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIHIIIIIIIIHI T H E, V Y L E A F lllllllllllllllllllllllIIIHIIHIIHIIHIIHIHHIIHIIHIIHIIIIIIIIIIIIII' Music Department God is its author, and not mang he laid The key-note of all harmonies, he planned All perfect combinations, and he made Us so that we could hear and understand.-J. C. Brainard. The Musical Department of Bethany College has as its Faculty members Miss Kath- arine H. Wood, choir director and instructor in piano, organ, theory and musical his- tory, Mrs. A. I. Doling and Mrs. F. B. Conser, piano instructors, and Mr. George W. Barnes, director of Glee Club and voice instructor. Mr. William A. Bunsen of Kan- sas City, Missouri, violinist, has his Topeka studio at Bethany. Piano Recital at BETHANY COLLEGE January 15, 1927 PROGRAM Scherzo and Minuet from Eighth Symphony ................ ..... B eethoven Ruth Morrison and Miss Wood Russian Dance ........,.............................. .. . ..... Dennee Bonnie Woodward Le Papillon . . ........................... ..... L avalee Mary Noble Oliphint Tango .......................................... . . .Albeniz Shepherds Hey .................................. .... G rainger Miss Rosamond Nyman S Twilight ........................ . VOCAL SOLOS 'Q In the Boat .................... . . Edna Hawkes ....Glenn ... .Greig Bourree ................... ............... ....... B a ch Mazurka . . .............. , .... ..... A lbeinz Ruth Morrison Novelette ..... ................ ........... S c humann In Arbutus Time . . . . . : ........... . . . ,.... Denman Thompson Dena Libbin Spanish Rhapsodie .. ...................... ....... .... .... C h a brier QArr. for two ,pianosj Miss Nyman and Miss Wood The Blossorning World Pray, what is the meaning of this blossom time? 'Tis a gay symphony of waking sublime. Little bird, understand, as you open your eyes On the Way Mother Nature unwraps a surprise, That in this manner strange, she makes men aware That the blessing of life is a gift most rare. Gaze from your nest, see the blossoms about, With the joy of just living they seem to shout. The glorious sunshine pours down on their heads, As they timidly peep from their snug winter beds. Unable to sing they are swaying their stems- They are the earth's new and marvelous gems. Swiftly the brook, tinkling sweeps down the glen, She too has escaped from her cold winter den, Singing and humming a gay little tune Of her freedom, a new and magnificent boon. The pebbles beneath her, they also are glad, 'Tis with sun not with ice they now are clad. So birdling, and brooklet, and all nature unfurled, Be glad in the joy of the blossoming world. BETTY HARVEY. Page Forty llllNIHIlllllllIllIllllllllllllIIIllIIIIIIIIIIllIIIIllIllllllIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllillii 1 9 2 7 llIlllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllilIlllHillIII!IlllIIHIllIllHNHIlIHlllllIlH1lllllllllllllllllllllli