Concordia University Chicago - Pillars Yearbook (River Forest, IL)

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R1verForesl,1llinoi.s 9 illrefzxrr HE purpose of this booklet is to implant and maintain in the minds of the members of the graduating class of 1915 life-long memories of their beloved college days. Pleasures were mutually enjoyed and sorrows mutually borne, and, there- fore, the authors of this class-book aimed to be impartial, and to give each member an importance according to his merits. All that was originally aimed at or desired may not be fulfilled in this little book, but we trust the kind reader will be considerate. E. H. S. Committee: c. R. NENNERT, F. J. UTTECH. R. T. WUKASCH, J. P. DINDA, E. H. SCHALK. Due thanks to Prof. A. H. Miller for criticisms and corrections. .

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R1verForesl,111inois ll 7 isturg uf Qllus.-5 1915 ISTORY with its mystery of mythology and boisterous victories is generally more interesting than arithmetic, algebra, geometry, gram- mar, botany, Zoology, harmony, and geography. History is the witness of times, the life of memory, and the messenger of antiquity, a record of the past compiled for the benefit of the later generations. lt is an accepted truth that it takes a great man to make historyg however, Class I9 l 5 does not wish to bear the responsibilities of that assertion. This history is merely to give pleasant recollections, as pictured by Bayly in the following words: Tell me the tales that to me were so dear, Long, long ago: long, long ago! Memory is the treasury and guardian of all things. The pictures which hang from its walls do not forever retain the lucidity and clearness which were theirs originally. The class is well aware of that fact, and, therefore, this attempt has been made to reproduce its history on paper. This effort, how- ever, requires prudencc, and, therefore, some details will not be spared. Let us review the remaining army of eighteen, and begin when the great- est number were recruits, and the rest had not, as yet, enlisted. Let us look through the class-album comprising the events of six consecutive years! Let us also dream over and picture to our fancies the numerous events and occur- rences of our past college days, and let us again meet old friends and class- mates! It was in the year l909, when our Lutheran Synodical Conference as usual sounded the bugle-call, and issued a summons to young men to come to the camps at Addison, where they might be prepared for the battle against all enemies of the church, and where they might receive instructions as to the care of the smallest in God's kingdom of grace. The call for volunteers was not in vain, for there were many who were eager to join the ranks of the men already on the firing line. It now remains for us to obtain some detailed information as to the preparations, which were necessary for this long journey to the camps. The following should be the story of an individual member. It was on a bright September morn, and the warm rays of the sun were penetrating the already chilled autumnal atmosphere. This month is generally a busy one for the mother whose son is a college boy or one to be. So it was also in this instance. The center of our attraction is a farm-house in the heart of our country. Everything round-about the peaceful little dwelling was somnolent and toned-down on that day. Why this dispirited and melancholy state of affairs? The principal reason is that little Johnnie, the pride of his parents, is to leave home. l-lis mother and sisters are busily engaged getting