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

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The Echo THE sEN1oR's DREAM. , g th t t, another quiz The weary Senior sat alone t Ano er es ' 'Cl ' h th d g D While ml mg t ga asiiliieard around, Another chain of toil and pain on, With sunset went away, I And not a sound W All h to bed had sane Will bring t0'm Ow's day' oys ' , . . Th t'red Senior sat alone l'm wasting here my precious tune, e 1 ' , Unnerved and Pale was he, My strength' my life' my au: Bowed 'neath a yoke of care, he spoke But will this thing some pleasure bring in With June's diploma-call. In sad soliloquy: H He sighed, and low upon his hands ' His achingbrow he pressed: And o'er his frame ere long there came A soothing sense of rest. .And then he lifted up his face, But started back aghast,-- The room, by strange and sudden change. Assumed proportions vast. It seemed a great big school, and he And when the Cap began to speak Addressed a listening throng, Of the pupils, and who's who! Each uttered word the pupils stirred, His lips gave way, in accents sweet, His smile the crowd bore long. He praised his rascals too! The dreaming Senior thought he saw Then suddenly the scene was changed The 5ch00I'b0a1'd Stepping ifli To the college-room of old: They took his hands, and looked with awe, Upon the walls did darkness fall, At the Senior and his .spin-ii Cl6-D The midnight air was cold. A dream! the Senior waking said, Got UP and paced the fioorg And, Whistling slow and soft and low, He faced his bed-room door, Once Morpheus' Slave. his heart was full Of peace! Not Qllil. nor tests! It And when examinations come, I'll try to do my best!

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xx M Q Q 0 ai' .I ef .,, ,fi ,QA K dd Y' .4 4' The Echo goal! Such were the thoughts of the members of class '16 early in September of 1915. It was during this month that we returned to our Alma Mater as seniors. 'As such we were welcomed by much work and by manifold duties. The Administrative Staff, in which the student-body vested its power of self-government, managed affairs quite satis- factorily. In a class-meeting, held at the beginning of the first semester, E. Pl., I-lueschen was elected president of the class and M. F. Walkenhorst vice-presidentg E.. F. Langrehr was re-elected secretary, and R. E. Engebrecht was chosen to be treasurer of the class. During the course of the year each member of class '16, received 'five weeks of practical training in the col.lege practise school. Many social evenings were enjoyed in the chapel of the college, and several parties were given in our honor by .well-wishers of class '16, Dormitory S Thus, amid pleasures and duties, the end of our dear college days approached. Be- fore we bid a final adieu to our Alma Mater at River Forest, there remains one more event to which we look forth with great hope and anticipation, and that event will be the distribution of our diplomas. Yes, each member of class '16 is desirous of his reward for his six years of constant labor! We hope that this reward will be given to us in the form of a diploma! Six years ago we came, during six years we saw, and, last but not least, on the day' of our graduation we hope to be pronounced conquerors on our final passing through the portals of our beloved Alma Mater! Such is the history of class 'l6. To this history you, I, and all of our worthy class- mates contributed. The task of making class history is now ended. Now, dear class- mate, begins for you an era of making a history of your -own. Strive that the achievments recorded in the annals of your own history may be written indelibly in the sands of time! Strive with all your might to become with the help of God a faithful servant in his vine- yard! To that end be - Rowing, not drifting!

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The Echo 1zow1NG, NUT DRIFTING! We have arrived at the end of a long journey. Class 'l6 is now about to enter upon the field of parochial school work. Six long years we have been preparing diligently for this noble work. During these years of college life we have labored as a class in true harmony, and not as individuals. The work of the one was also the work of the other. We shared hardships and also pleasures in a fraternal mannerg we assisted one another as much as we could. But, alas! These intimate bonds of friendship are about to be severed, severed for life! The day will soon dawn which will mark the date of our part- ing. With hearts full of sweet memories of that which is past, we shall soon be scattered abroad, possibly never to reassemble in unbroken ranks! Therefore, before such parting takes place, class 'l 6 felt the necessity of choosing an appropriate motto which might serve each member of its ranks as a true guide on his future path of duty which he must travel individually. After due consideration we, as a class, chose for our motto the short, but impressive and encouraging words, Rowing, not drifting! Dear class-mate! Stop to consider what '-your class-motto wishes to impress upon you. Know that there are many large rapids in the river of your future toi-lsome life as a Lutheran parochial school teacher, Know that you will often drift to the utmost verge of such a lurking rapid, over which the waters of duty will threaten to cast you, cast you into an unfathomable abyss below. It is during suich phases of life that your class-motto should be your maxim. There is but one way to keep away from destruction, and that way is outlined to you by your class-motto, ' 'Rowing, not drifting! , To remain upon the road that leads away from a miserable and ruined life, we, you and I, must row, row onward! If you have been so unfortunate as to have drifted to the verge of a lurking rapid in life, then remember that your standard is, , Rowing, not drifting! Lay hands to the oars of your boat of life, and row back to safety. When, finally, you have arrived at that part of your life's river where the waters are calm and smooth, yet keep on rowing! Do not drift along! Be not deceived, there is at all stages of life a deceptive current which is bound to carry you back to the zone of danger, from which you were rescued by arduous labor, by rowing. Your maxim must remain at all times, Rowing, not drifting! Furthermore, our class-motto shows us how to be successful in life. If we desire to become able school teachers, and such should be our greatest desire, we must row, we must learn to labor, and to wait. The fruit of our labor is often not apparent, but still We must row, must labor onward, for, labor and row with prayer. Our motto linallly warns us not to drift along upon the waters of our life. As soon