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

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River Fore-:sl,IIlinois I5 them. We were to make our examinations for admission! What a bustle and excitement! After the examinations, which had lasted several hours, were over, we heaved a sigh of relief, and awaited the announcement of the results. These were read in chapel that evening. Twenty-two passed for the sixth class. That was the beginning of Class l9l5. We were a family of twenty-two members. Though most of us were strangers one to another, we soon became the best of friends. We formed a class, and decided to work for it, one for the other. However, we were but strangers, and Strange hopes and fears in painful contest rose. Like all foxes, we ran about like ignoramuses. No one, as yet, could discern his classmates from among the other boys, though the director daily called the roll of each class. We were like a herd of sheep without a shepherd. No one had brains and nerve enough to call a class-meeting, until, on September 22, l909, someone, who surely must have had more sense than the rest of us, called the class together. l-low this meeting was conducted, no one knows. However, a president fCarl Bussel and a secretary and treasurer fwm. Buchholzj were elected. lt is strange to say that these two were not only ofhcers of the class, but also of the indoor baseball club, of which club Sam was elected stockholder in addition to the other offices. There was practically but one meeting held during the year when we were the sixth class. This neglect was due, perhaps, to the fact that the members were kept busy pumping the organs and Hfoxingn, for the upper classes had ap- parently created a prejudice against our class. Though the year was a busy one and full of events, time seemed to pass but slowly. Finally, the long- expected hour of joy arrived. Summer vacation was announced. Though we disliked to depart from our friends, we went to our homes, sweet homes with joyous hearts. The joy of meeting paid the pang of absence: Absence with all its pains was by this charming moment of meeting wiped away. But vacation passed by as a resistless, unremitting stream, and ere we were aware of it, September had again appeared, and we were doomed to part from the happy joys of home. After a short farewell, we wept a last adieu, and parted in sadness. After the long and wearisome journey, we became cheerful when that rusty-haired conductor yelled: Addisonl Addi- son! We saw all the boys exchanging hand-shakes, smiling and laughing as they marched through the triangular college park. ln our hearts strange hopes and fears in painful contest rose, for we were but foxes : our only consolation was: Cheer up! The 'Wurst' is yet to come! Shortly after our arrival in the dark, mysterious rooms in which we were J

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I6 Concordia Teacfieris College doomed to dwell during the following semesters, the dinner bell rang with sounds most musical, most melancholy, from its ancient tower. Dire was the clang of plates, of knife and fork, which mercilessly fell, like tomahawks to work. All human history asserts that- ul-lapphless for man-the hungry sinner-must depend on dinner. We did not get much of a chance to satisfy our famished stomachs, for we had to be on duty every minute as waiters. After all the trunks had been carried to their respective places, we had our second class-meeting on September I6, l9l0. This time, however, We called ourselves 'imembers of the fifth class. This meeting was more the nature of an indoor baseball meeting than that of a class meeting. The results were the following: Carl Busse was re-elected president of the class, while Arthur Binneboese was chosen manager of the indoor ball team. Wm. Buch- holz was elected secretary of the class. This meeting showed a trifle more system than the initial one. Several members were added to our roster. After a little practice we could boast of quite a strong team. Nevertheless, we dared not show our skill, for fear of several austere members of the higher classes. Courage and faith did not fail to bring our boys continuous victories at the expense of the others. Soon the Fox-hide pulling time approached. The last evening before vacation we dared not sleep a wink. lt was an evening, bright and still As ever blushed on wave or bower, Smiling from heaven, as if nought ill Could happen in so sweet an hour. Finally, day glimmered in the East, as the white moon hung like a vapor in the cloudless sky. HNight's candles were burnt-out, and jocund day stood tip-toe on the misty hill-tops. One last breakfast, a last leap for the Addison Cannonball, and we were foxes no more! Although we had suffered during our two years of preparatory work, we had but shared the fate of our predecessors. There was not a cloud but did not have a silver lining! Expecting something good is in itself a joy, and with the thought of forgive and forget! we became freshmen. Hope shall brighten days to come, And mem'ry gild the past! After a most pleasant vacation, we returned to college as freshmen. We were pleased to find an increase of four members to our class roll. Dur- ing that year nothing of unusual interest occurred. Say, who escaped from Joliet with those tassel-caps? And, oh my,