Delaware Valley College - Cornucopia Yearbook (Doylestown, PA)

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'-1 THE GLEANER 205 tled comfortably when some one came along yelling, Peanuts, popcorn, chewing gum, licorice, rubber balls and all kinds candy. He stopped a moment and I saw his face. I got the awfulest shock imaginable, it was no- body else but dear old Nigger Berlack, a candy butch- er. He was traveling north and south. But he should have worn stripes running east and west. We got talking and he told me that Newton Weiss was down in Cuba boss- ing a gang of dinges He had lots of experience at Howard's. The Brigadier could sure teach him how to handle niggers. . We rode along and as I walked into the smoker I heard a loud discussion between a couple of wild looking Bolsheviki and whose voice was the loudest but John Spargo Rothstein. He was orating on money. He had very few of these. He was saying: Money, the friend of the Masses Support of the classes The aim of the lasses The ruin of Asses. I walked up and told hin1 to shut up. He said: What, am I a jackass? and I replied, No, your ears are too long. Anyway John stopped and we talked kindly of old times at Farm School till we reached Chicago. Being interested in live stock we went over the stockyard and on entering I was surprised to see Corenzwit walking towards us. He didn't recognize us at 'first but I called to him and he was as much surprised as I was. Later I learned that Art Schorr was working in the Bull Dept. I said, How will I find him? Corenzwit replied, You can tell him-he's still throwing the Bull. Well, we didn't see Art Schorr. We stopped at the Grand Canyon and learned that Walter Morris was chief forest ranger in this park. Well, we got back to California just in time to see the U. of California play Notre Dame of which Zinn was the coach in which line he won great fame. Well both teams were evenly matched and the game ended with a score of 0-0. Upon seeing us he nearly jumped for joy, we being the only old timers he had seen in twenty years. We got back safe and sound and after a trip we went to Hawaii to recuperate. It 'took us twenty minutes to get Spike off the ship, but it took four weeks to get him back on. Oh, Spike, to have such a way with the women. Yours insanely, I. M. A. PROPHET.

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206 THE GLEANER Ifialrhirtnrg g By MICISIAEL FRISIIKOPF Ladies and Gentlemen: Crystal the skies bend above us, Perfumed the earth and the air: What can our friends tho they love us, Give us than school days more fair. In a somewhat humorous and jolly strain, have lny classmates given you the time honored traditional Class Will, Prophecy and other orations. They have expressed in them the spirit of the three years of happy associa- tions. The jocular side of these close associations has had its place, by no means a negligible one, in our three years stay here. You have had your hearty laugh, Iaugh heartily once more now if you wish, while I pause to give you a final and serious message-the oiiicial fare- well of the nineten twenty-two class. Now let us be serious. We stand at the threshold, which once passed relegates our Farm School career to the unchangeable past and opens the door to a bright and promising future. What this future holds for us we cannot perdict. But we have the confidence of a thorough agricultural education received here, during three of the best and most receptive years of our lives. The firm as- surance is ours that the purpose for which we spent these three valuable years is a noble one. The world has a place for us to fit into. There maybe too many doctors, lawyers, ministers and middleman, but the world can never have too many farmers! - ' Our three years of Farm School life have left cer- tain very vivid impressions with us which we feel that we will always cherish as sacred. Loyalty to our Alma Mater has been engraven on our hearts. Every future spring and harvest will bring to our minds the glorious Green and Gold. The pleasant associations, the distinctive social life, the dumb animals which we have fed and cared for, we cannot forget. The beauty and charm of the campus, the woods, the lake, the fields, the roads. the barns, all these will loom up in our memories with every mention of the name of Farm School. For the impressions of our classrooms, the liberal education we received, the work in the fields, the stick-to-it-iveness imparted to us in all our activities, we will always feel grateful. All these impressions as well as numerous I7