Cotner University - Croaker Yearbook (Bethany, NE)

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l!9n Uhr Night nf Cbrtnhvr Certain students imperiled their lives by steal- ing wraps from an upstairs room while the Juniors and Freshies were carousing below. Discovering the cowardly deed the infuriated revelers banded together, elected Cope general, appointed advance guards, rear guards, sentinels and water carriers. Thus well organized but vowing vengeance a sys- tematic search of the town began. The college was ransacked, suspicious houses were watched, night prowlers questioned, rooms entered, and begging for mercy thinly clad Sophs. and Seniors dragged out, put through the third degree and dismissed. But the lost property was not discovered and the blood guzzled mob dispersed as old Sol peeped over the heating plant. Later developments disclosed that many innocents had suffered, for the culprits slept in a haymow with only their booty as comfort. -126- f!9pera Eu1hul illiarrh 1514 It was a comic opera, This Bul Bul on the stage, And every actor played a star From monarch down to page. The scenery was magnificent, There was music sweet and rare By a classy little group Of men and maidens fair. The heroine was a wilful child, The hero knew full well this fact, So by strategy he won her love And then, of course, came the marriage compact.

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t , A , ' . V Qfudesme fdvvflfrf, Uhr Zlngn sinh Svnrruum nf an Ehuratinn There once was a fellow at Cotner, Whose ambition was to get wiseg All day with a book A He would sit in some nook And till his think-tank with supplies. One day this same fellow left Cotner To move this old earth from her loopg But his classified learning, Impractical, turning, . Left the poor learned boob in the soup. There once was a fellow at Cotner, Who attended the shows for the thrillsg All study unseemly He killed time supremely While the old man at home paid the bills. This other mutt also left Cotner And set out upon lifels rough wayg Not far did he roam 'Till he had to go home We think he'll be president some day. There once was a fellow at Cotner, Not a grind, nor a bluff, but a studentg He supported school functions Without conscience compunctions And in all that he did he was prudent. And when time came for him to leave Cotner, At the head of his class was his nameg His classmates adore him And always now for him S-U-C-C-E-S-S spells fame. -128- i .xt X, px