College of Wooster - Index Yearbook (Wooster, OH)

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And as for me, I love the oldg lts memory-scented tables. You couldn't tear it from my heart, Not with a thousand cables. flllaaclc of space prevents my narrating how in two hours the students in organized squads moved twenty thousand - volumes from the Old Building l into the New Building. But we -Q i 1 mf: ' -r 1 ' N, L K sf' if .4 Q 3. e s V 5 f ' S 1 1' Il -R Q 4 ll f 1 L M , Q ,E-L .zzz-.:,. . ms, 3, li -H -4- 9 fl : iam.: 1 ,., ,, , gg... 4 ' t f ,, Efe kfzm'-mfs: l U ' V i lmow that when the great con- -w, ., V i flagration swept away the Old University the boolcs were all aate L ,. in the new Library. Between V'st it' that time and this there have .4 ,.i.. -..W been added about ten thousand volumes, so that there are at present about thirty thousand volumes in the stacks. fllflihus we see that the University Library had its Genesis, experienced an Exodus, and is now resting securely in the Promised Land. Page ten

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paths seemed to lead to the reading room. it was, in fact. the only place to go to pass a vacant period. All recita- tion rooms were in the one building and this was the only study room. Little wonder then that friends should drift together in a place where all the students met. Little wonder, either, that here should be formed friendships good and true. And that the Old Reading Room should be encircled with a halo of sacred memories. For so we find it, and to this the following extract, from a former INDEX, bears testimony. - You want to move the boolcs, do you, into a brand new building, And have it set off lonesome, too- With lots of paint and gilding? lk Ik lk lk lk l've spent a hundred happy hours, Engrossed in latest fiction, Developing my pedal powers Creating rasping friction. And l have filled a hundred dates With maidens near as many: l've shortened many lengthy waits ln matching Jack his penny. Once more l think l see a face With glasses elevated. He's looking through his prison placeg He seems some agitated. Ik Pk Dk lk lk Put up a building new go on And put Tea Kettle in it. But he'll be sacl the old room's gone Before he's out a minute. Page nine

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I DIIVI WITH THE MIST GF YEARS S l loolc baclc today, through the many years that have elapsed, to the last year of my college iffy course, 1905-6, a Hood of recollections rushes upon me. To be sure, time has blotted out M many of the minor details and left only the bold outlines, and even these somewhat blurred and indistinct, of what is now the dead past. And yet many things were so deeply impressed upon my memory that they come back upon me now with startling distinctness. fill remember very well the general presentiment that prevailed among the whole student body at the very beginning, that the year would be a good one. And this anticipation was certainly realized. The entering Freshman class numbered about one hundred and thirty, almost twice the usual number. The routine work, that which was accomplished in the class-rooms and under the evening lamps, about which so little is said in college publications, and so little heard in the stories we have since told of college life, but which are, after all, bone and sinew of the whole thing, this went on as vigorously as the compromise between the insistence ofthe instructors and the resistance and desistance of the students would allow. flLlVlaterially, Wooster made considerable advancement. The Library building was Page eleven tv...