Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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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

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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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finished. We may lose that deal but I do not care for myself. moments spent in the memory 0 after all, was it not she that has ma and I am sorry for you, I cannot regret a few f my Alma Mater for, de it possible for me to hold the position I have todayw Sixty DELLA HIGGINS A Boyis Room HAT are the requisites of a boys room? Four walls, a roof, a bed, a Chair, a floor Only a shelter? Shall this be the home Of man in embryo? An aetorts lodge In the first act of that great drama, life? Or shall his puerile fancies be enriched By the luxurious outlay of a prince, Himself made slave, since he is encompassed By numerous slaves of his 0ft Changing will? No, no true boy would Choose such surround- ings; One, to make life a death on earth to him. A mere existence as an animal Content with food, a place to rest, and sleep. The other to make him almost subjected T0 menials that wait his slight pleasure, Contented to let others live for him. A place of pride, fitting environment For future chief of any walk of life Should shelter this frail clay, to be a mold For his own life. Give him the thickest rugs T0 deaden sounds of boyish revelry, The natural overflow of healthy youth. Bedeek his walls with pictures of great men And highest types of books to train him straight V V In that far path of manhood true by great. G. A. H. 21W irear. The bO-ys :31 social- events whlcl rile. One of the most 3 tster stew? which v inof-their basketb: agarof the team su; this as most excellent :hnd their great succ: Lismore to this foresig ?ypltasurable hours ha Wing and playing Cc