Eastern Kentucky University - Milestone Yearbook (Richmond, KY)

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When [iss lluin]:ihrc ' y swung ' her l)aton Every body warbled sweetly, Let loose sounds before unheard of, Caroled notes before unthought of. Sawed the air to keep the tempo Pawed the air like wild Ctmianches, And the audience called it music. Then they must take Manual Training Make great things with nails and hammers, Smash their fingers and say nothing. Keep their tempers in their pockets. You should see the lovely handwork. With Miss Carpenter as teacher. j ' Vs a result of this teaching. Teaching how to use a hammer Teaching how to weave a basket. All this class is inde])endent, l- ' or the boys could sew on buttons And the girls could make an ice box If necessity demand it. Thus avoiding family quarrels r)therwise so s ure to happen. You should see some of the drawings Make a visit to the art room : You ' ll forget that you ' re not dreaming And you ' ll think it all a nightmare. Strangers visiting this class room Have been seen to smell of roses Have been seen to snatch at jieaches hen tiles ' thought no c)ne was lijoking Shocked when finding theni of paper. All these things they have gone through with, . 11 these thing ' s they ' ve learned together Till at last they feel like brothers Welded bv their ciminidn trouljles. The} ' have eaten from diir prune tlish. Sipped the same old hydrant water. Hash together the - luu-e eaten Served in compan - with tooth picks Closed each meal alike with something Something that is nnw time honored As the name of dormitory. Should I ask you, could you guess it Could you answer what the phrase is That they ' ve always closed their meals with? Well, I ' ll tell you, it is simjjle It is merely. Pass the Syrup. . 11 these things of which I ' ve spoken Is the history of the Seniors Is their histor}- in general. Thev have none to tell that ' s S].)ecial I ' ' om these things through which they ' ve struggled. All these trials, tribulations Have but taught theni each a lesson ' Tis this. Illicit, (jiii sc liiicit. LuL.v NiEL Cox. 22

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Class History Should }-ou ask nie whence these Seniors. Whence these bhibbering youths and maidens. With their wild and foolish notions. And their heads held toward the heavens. Heads of nonsense and of scheming, I should answer, I should tell you. No one knows or ever will know. Cause they won ' t own where the ' came from. Where ttiey ' re going when they ' re thru here. Now, I hardh scarcely dare say From the tongue of Jennie Houchins, Jennie Houchins, the truth twister. Should you ask where Jennie Houchins Heard such things about her class mates. Heard such rumors and such gossip. I should answer, I should tell you That I oft have seen her nosing- Round in other people ' s business. First she told of how school opened In the year nineteen and seven. How we students, green and gawky ' Came and stood about the buildings Waiting to display our knowledge. Knowledge teachers told us later Wasn ' t anything but hodge-podge. Some wished first to take a review Something easy, and not work much. But at length they grew still bolder. W orked still harder, had less play time. Quit their course in campus duets, Tennis courts became back numbers. Penmanship they took like heroes. Problems too, they solved at midnight. Helped along by midnight lunches Till at last they cried Eureka , We will get us now a Four Year. We are tired of all things common ; We must have a taste of Latin. So they got them each a pony. Got a pony at the book-store, Not the kind that carried Red Wing. Thus they safely rode through Caesar Rode through Cicero, through Virgil. Though some ponies threw their riders Others, braver, came and mounted. Then they tackled Mathematics ; Tackled Trig and all the others. With wry faces choked down Shakespeare. Learned to say have saw and I seen . Learned to say all things what ' s proper. Learned to make a speech in chapel.

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Class Poem The class of lo is out at last. Through all the school our class is best In tests and exams we fakers had none Ve passed them unarmed, we passed them alone. No other class ever proved so brio-ht We are the faculty ' s delight And none w411 ever brighter be The pride of the Normal school are we. ' e live to learn and ' oft ' tis saiil A ' hen light bell forces us to bed We weep and wring our hands ; alas We never yet have cut a class. Our president, Campbell with life and light Wears a look of love and an air of right ; , nd in his countenance we see Mv thoughts and dreams are all of thee. Judge Bradford, the treasurer, good lack ! Whv do ' ou hold the funds so slack? Then I.iljljie, I tell you. I rather guess You are a wonder and nothing less. Here ' s Hamilton who looks so wise Singing ISessie. ly Bess , with dreamy eyes. Look out for laynard the mountain sport The hero of the tennis court. Ed Cundiff. the scribe, the modest boy, Whose heart the maidens doth decoy. jNIcDougle. the youngest graduate Comes forth with dignity sedate. jvliss Houchins, so modest, so sweet and true Our hearts it grieves to bid her adieu. Those virtues like refreshing spring- Inspire a song we can not sing. We ' re fond of Clyda, the timid bnmette Who seems afraid of the boys as yet. But Oh, for Jones she ' ll change her tune And marry b} the first of June. ]Miss Bergmeyer, a charming lass Is the sweet musician of this class. The toss of her head, her winning smile. Will carry her many, yes many a mile.