Edinboro University - Tartan / Conneautteean Yearbook (Edinboro, PA)

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'Che lllita, '13 endured the state board again and came out with an even hundred radiant faces. At' the appointed time in the fall of VVC VVEI'C OHCC IllOl'C at 'file llOl'lll3.l oliice, classes as we could attend and showing were completely turned by the novelty swelling had subsided. we again began elected Arthur johnson president, but nineteen hundred and twelve registering in twice as many in other ways that our heads of being seniors. W'hen the to look for leaders and again this time with Marian Judd as vice-president. To Ruth Proudiit, Charles Marsh, and Hubert Bently were entrusted our other cares and worries. This year, through our experience in the model school, we dis- covered much of the joys attending the instruction of young America. In this branch of our humorous. But in the our chosen profession upon the public school Wie did our share teacher. ' work our escapades were both numerous and end we learned something of the magnitude of and something of the responsibility that rests of the work of all school functions. Wie gave the winter welcome to new students and observed tradition in the annual senior sleigh ride. XVe furnished our share of the school's athletes and supported them with our yells and songs. Wie planted our tree on Arbor Day and gave the May-pole dance. Others who saw know better than we whether or not these things were good. Now, as we graduate, we can bequeath to the next senior class only our heartiest good will. The places we have filled we cannot give and have no desire to give. They are our birth-right, to be cared for and cherished while life lasts. Wfe have filled them well, or indiffer- ently well, as the case may be. Wie shall continue to till them as loyal alumni when we are gone and cannot take active part in the daily work. Nye are not leaving school in the truest sense of the word. VVe are but promoted to the next class. The life we live and the record we make in this class is but a continuation of our life and record in school, and our success or failure will depend upon the steadfastness with which we adhere to the purpose and desire that brought us here. the purpose and desire of learning. To the class of ,I4, then, we give, not our places, but our hopes that she may be successful in filling her place. May she be the best class ever graduated from Edinboro. To our Alma Mater we give our loyalty and support. . May it be said of the class of ,I3, as of the woman of old: She hath done what she couldf, Page thirteen

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be tbita, '13 Autnhingraphg nf the Ollaua nf '13 NVe came three years ago, in the fall of 1910. There was no great disturbance caused by our arrival. No September leaves fell from shocked treesg no arches or gateways smiled and opened their arms to usg no songs of rejoicing were sung by astonished birds. Instead we slipped in quietly. one by one, half frightened by the griin old gateways and wholly frightened by the many strange faces we saw. lVe showed no sign of great brains or even of good ability, and we were mighty glad when anyone smiled at us and told us where to go. Altogether we were a motley assemblage, but we came for a great purposegewe came to learn. Had we been wise or brilliant we would never have come at all. XVe elected as officers Harold Hood for president, Icel Parker for vice-president, Florence Hutchinson for secretary, Leonard XVhite for treasurer, Cecil jones for editor. Then we found our places and set- tled down to work. lVe went to our classes with just big an armful of books as you are carrying, dear little Freshmeng and we made the same squeaky noise at the ball games. Wie did one thing of noteg on Arbor Day we planted the iirst tree ever planted by a junior class at Edinboro. But all in all, our course was the course of the average junior class and we left in the spring of IQII uunwept. unhonored and unsung. The fall of ,II saw us again in Edinboro with recruits to take the places of those who fell before the merciless faculty and the dreaded state board. XN'e decided that Arthur Johnson was the right man to pilot us through the year and that Lilian Christenson was best fitted to assist him. The other officers for this year were: secretary, Nina Swiftg treasurer, Charles Scottg editors, Harold Hood and Irene Fleischmann. This year, by persistence and industry, rather than by any par- ticular brilliancy, we attracted more attention than we had done the previous year. lVe gave the Hallowe'en entertainment and we be- lieve we acquitted ourselves creditably for a first venture. Wie put out the best boys' class basket ball team in the school and stood a close second in girls' basket ball. Of course we gave the usual recep- tion to the senior class and both we and our guests were satisfied, and that is really what comprises the success of a social function. Wie Page g-ggelve

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'Che lDita, '13 0112155 3302111 How pleasant the conflict with Learning, Wfhen the spoils of the battle are ours! XN'e cherish our true Alma Mater, lYe crown her with memoryls flowersg Wie laud her outshining the meteors, A mystic light falls from her throne, And illumines these fair halls of Learning Wfe exultantly claim as our own. Our red and blue banner, kept floating, From her lofty height proudly surveys Past victories, and toils of the present, And hopes of our glad future days. The verdant fields stretching before us, Our teachers, though human, have seen And aroused higher motives within us. They loved us, our class of Thirteen. All hail to these unsceptered sovereigns, VVho sway the world by their power! They promote the science of kingdoms, As monarchs, they stand, of their hour. XVe esteem them, we honor them everg As our class matures with age, VVe'1l think of one moral they taught us, More often than scores from a sage. Then, comrades, a health to our teachers, And a cheer for the triumphs attained, A wreath of wild olive to athletes, To our wisest the laurels they gained.. Our past times shall not be forgotten, Nor the friendships of Auld Lang Syne Enthroned in our hearts as a heritage, They are ours by a right that's divine! Page fourteen