Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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:i it : an m w: :9 m '3 1: 5d: a m: :h: tr? un' I .5315; 2331i 1' ? ,EHSV cfm'jf 1kg ! Fm-ty-ni'm The Battle of the Rats From dressers and corners they came swarming out, From under the bed in an angry rout, Over running the rooms of our teachers fair And spoiling the frocks they were want to wear. High above all this noiseand squall, High and commanding a voice did call, ,Twas one of he teachers who bravelyV'dared The terror and noise which everyone shared. ttSilence our cries of terror and fright We will be victors in this awful .iightfi So sayng she took up a large stick of wood, Behind this brave teacher the other ones stood. And bravely the onslaught did each one Withstand, Wielding their weapons with a fearless right hand. The battle soon ended, the victors came out To look at the havoc the great fight had wrought. On chairs and on beds the blood spots were splattered, And over the floor the rats they were scattered. This ends the tale of that horrible war, In which our fair teachers the victors were. L. G. 22 DOC Our Teachers Oh. our faculty is of the best: Itis as good as there is in the West, , They work us all day, Without any play, We never do have any rest In business they certainly shine: Their entertainments are fine. But when naughty weive been They invite us in, And show us an awfully good time. Their laws are not hard to enforce, For we always consider their source. If the rules donit seem right, Itls useless to tight, We just give in, and obey them, of course Sometimes we are most stricken dumb, And everyone looks pretty glum. For sometimes the teachers, Give sermons like preachers, T0 prohibit the chewing of gum. R. W. 21

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see they are within range as they got old Pete, out bell horse! Give ,em all thatis coming to lenilli , HIf Toni sees this dust, heill be out here soon, you can figure on that. Now! see that one go! I got him right in the neck! Didnit he make a pretty divefw llSay, Jack, spit on this gun barrel! Itls hot! Iim too dry to spitVl HYouIl be dryer than this, if they send you across the river, considering all the mischief youive been into V . l'VVe are getting one or two of them anyway, boys. I have counted ten for this g'unlii - v IlI wish old Charley would get in here. like to scare him a little, anyway? ttWope! there! theyive got Jinill, HHurt Bad, jim? I guess he is, hels dead all ready? ttI wish that captain would hurry along, this is getting too hot!7, liCharley sees something! Watch him wave his blanketlli llLook out, boys, itls every man for himself how! Theylre coming! See that big black turn this way? llVVellv good bye, boys, if we dont come through alive. Charleyis excited. Give it to em! Charley fly out of there lll t t t t VBut when we got there we found, as is often the C356, that we were a little too late; the Indians charged, sealped all those they could find, grabbed the bacon and went over the mountain? IICome on, Tom, letis follow themV, I said. llAll right. Show 1,111 with you; we can go a few miles anyway? , IlSay, we may run into an ambush up here in the timber! The soldiers evidently are not coming, and it isnlt safe, to my notion? a HI guess you are right, Tom. Lets go back? it t it it llWell, thatls about all. Only I saw an old Indian in Lewiston the other day. He said he was there too. Old Lonesome Charley sent two parties back after us, one on each side, but we turned too quick for them. Some close call, Ild say? HI remember how funny Jack looked when the Doc got through with him. They wounded him and then scalped him. Do you remember he had a white spot on his head ever after? Pretty close call for him too, wasnlt it?l, J. A. K. ,22. He's too far off for a shot. Iid Old Lonesome I think the boys are coming. Watch old CARMEN ARBORIS Thou that ehantest campus and college, Thou that knowest tradition and traditions lore And laborls hour and things not seen by men; Reveal thyself, child of nature, To nature's children;- and tell 0f blissful years deep rooted In thy memory; golden hopes and aspirations XVith Divination beyond compare. Lofty branches amid the shadows, Yet the keeper of the light Thou the inspiration of soaring flight; From thy majestic realm of height To us impart the knowledge Thou hast stored; of things that rise No more: of russet autumn. of blithsome Spring. and summers of the golden grain. The lord of landscape and the Chanter Of orchard, and the vineyard. 0f fruits and flowers, 0f bees and birds and things That creep upon the grass; tell me Once again thy song 0f woodland green and heechen bowers, 0f the muses: and all the charms 0f universal nature. Which are, locked Within thy giant breast. W. R. 21 ' Forty-ciyh!

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