Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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Reveries ttShould auld acquaintance be forgot And never b1111cht to mind? Should auld acquaintance be forgot ' And days Of auld lang syneV sang a clear sweet voice, the singer little dreaming of any effect it 111i01ht have on a chance 1istene11.The words floated out on the evening breeze and into the office of two tired business men. One man worked on and 1111 un- conscious of the havoc the song was working in the mind of the other. F011, at the first strains of music, the tense business attitude had gradually slipped from the shoulders of this one, his head dropped over 1111 his hand, and a dreamy, faraway expression stole into his eyes. The breeze, which had SO quietly brought the little song into the 11011111, as quietly picked up the paper upon which the man had been writing, turned it over, converting the writing into one black smear of ink; then blew the paper on across the 111111111. But the man did nct notice. 011, noticing, did not care. Should auld acquaintance be for- gotPii he murmured, Hand days Of auld lang syneW He smiled, but the smile was not that of a business man, but the frank, boyish smile of the young man still in his teens. F1111 the man was a boy again; this was the daV Of his matriculation at Columbia C1111e111e the day which he had dreaded so much yet the day which he had long looked forward to with such fond h111es and with such hi01h aspirations But it passed as did 111an1 other succeeding days, as one thing afte11an11the11clanmred for a pace in his memory. Once a111ain he was in the C1111e11e 11131111nasium fightin111 with every ounce of st11cn111th in his bOdy to help make a red 1ette11da3 for Old Columbia while the voice of the Fifty- eight him- t0 V6 t 1 m6. . tab0 1153 dtstmc h 11C. with'an'o tit' O-L .. . 1 . Al tttii 111W tilt ' Li .1 '3.B' i iilihL'U'BI' Blah I iiiimbh C11111111b111' tliu t ttulikeit? was he t. 011 hhow he had clapt tht Professor went a tthat he 111d made 111 tether in the class 11 thtl service 111 1111 tt 1 taround him, the san gt'thestudents of C01 there were the frie ietht 101113 of his part1 M1111 tpalt 11f th6p P211 Wdo tail? me We can 1:

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S a Slight 111111511111 that we 11101115; ight for one 0111 ithout permission M11. Shanghah 1 around townali1: e had 130111311111: 111131-117611, 1 111,111 11 do. 111' not, 1101111111113 es. Now 1611111 1 50111 that W: Zle does. 1113113113363 gse little 1111111 33533 :1 11 ? Mr. Day: Dean Howard: Everyone speak out. I feel a great deal the same way. Let1s hear a few more opinions now. Miss Jenks: tAside to Miss MCK1een1 How are you goin01 to vote Pe001. 3 I dont think its right. The Ieids don t 11211 e an1 11be1t1 an1how. Miss IVI3ICK1VCCD Oh cIlon'it know. You know if we dont vote for the 3ean1pus 11111. Shangle and Dean How- ard will think were standing out against them. Miss Duthiez1To 3111.5hang1e1 The offense doesn t seem very severe to me, but it may be deserving of eam- 9? pussing. Mr. Shangle: Well, I just want your opinions. Mr. Stewart: tDrowsil111 Any way you decide'it suits me. Miss Jenks: If you just ask the students not to go ear 111c1ing, don3t you think that would stop it? 11111. Shangle: Possibly, possib111. Miss MeKlveen: be eampussed. I don1t hardly feel that they shou1d I don't think they understand just exactly. M11. Shangle: The most of the feeling seems to be for the 33ean1pusf but there is some against, so I wont make the punishment too severe. 11m sure I have the co-opera- tion of the faculty in campussing Joe and Dorothy for two weeks; Nothing need be said about it and I311 sure the young people want no publicity. Now our time is almost 1111 but I have a few new rules I would like to read: First: No young lady must be seen on the campus in boys Clothing. Any young 121C111 breaking this rule must be eampussed for a time not less than two weeks and not more than nine months. Second: No loitering W111 be a1lowed behind the 17111 tree on the campus, on the way to or from evening Church service. N011.- 1The 12:00 delock be11 rings 11111101151171 -VANCE DOBSON. Fifty-seven

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Eries untance be forgot Cht to mind? untance be forgot 1d lang Sylle ?n the singer littledr'; 1 chance listenerl; ireeze and intother 3 man workedonai song was worlii he first strainsoii gradually slippe : 1d dropped merit ession stole intohis: fl uietly brought the; Red up the paptrt urned it over. W a of ink: thenhlei V dd m: the 1112111 1 m 11d auld acquamm n0 :l .r 31114 13 P ll 5 M - 5111?? yell leader came to him, now clear, now low, finally lost altogether, then distinct above all the voices of the others- WVith-a-C, with-an-O VVith-a-C-O-L With-a-U, VVith-an-M Wlithea-B-l-A C-O-L-U-M-B-I-A Columbia, Columbia, Rah! Rah! RayV Again he was in a class room and the Professor was saying, llIrwant all that material in by tomorrow; it will not take long; a few moments, research work? Oh, how long were those few moments-then. Now he was at ' the Chapel and some Professor was saying, thy dear, young people, it is with great pleasui-ee-ll but the rest of his words were lost, for his mind had wandered out to the baseball field and not until the President said, lWVell, how did you like it? was he brought back to the Chapel service. Oh, how he had clapped his hands at that ques- tion and the Professor went away well pleased with the impression that he had made on the minds of the students. But whether in the Class room or on the gymnasium floor, at Chapel service or on the campus, always the same faces were arouhd him, the same voices ringing in his ears always, the students of Columbia. Where were they now? Where were the friends of his College days? Perhapsathe voice of his partner broke in upon his reve- , ries. ltThere, my part of the papers are finished. Now, if you have yours done we can easrly send them out on the morning mail? ltWhat, John? The papers? Oh, yes, the papers, sure? WVell, what is the matter with you? You talk like one in a trance. Yes, the papers, of course, but where are they?h llPardon me, John, I am sorry, but the papers cannot go out on the morning mail. You, perhaps, will not understand, but the voice of some little girl singing that sweetest of all songs, ltAuld Lang Syne? carried me back to my College days and consequently, my papers are not Fifty-nine