Ellsworth Community College - Web Yearbook (Iowa Falls, IA)

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'Tr-T? if Q 'e WE? V- wee ,UML gg ' t-xx-mai, ,,f mzxwvrlllimuu- u n 5 , il D J 5 W NM JMHHMMRMUV - Z fi' ---- '--- ..,4 ' it In that year came the call to service after the declaration of war and in the patriotic response that followed the literary society lost many of its best mem- bers. Those upon the roll of honor of the society are: James Hunter. Harry Jorgenson. Erling Larson. Robert E. Lee. Ray Miller. Walter Mulford. Millard Peck. Marshall Rinehart. Lee D. Rowe. Vern Sanders. Otis Thompson. Clarence Thorpe. Ray J. Tidman. Roy Watt. George Wiggins. Robert P. Wood. Byron Wright. Harold Wright. Harvy Yaw. Capt. Lieut.. Lieut. Lieut Lieut. Lieut. Corp. Eben Howie. H. C. Bingham. Ray Baird. Roy W. Gfanfield Frank Wall. G. C. Mauss. Hugh Schuck. Edward Brower. Adam Cristman. Clare Clark. George Conklin. Erva Culp. Martin Dunn. J. Ray Fanselow. Oral Ganfield. Harold Hall. Lloyd Hanson. John Hendrickson. Walter Hoffman. The society realizes that these men are doing greater service where they are now and wishes them the best of success in their work, feeling sure they will reflect nothing but credit on the organization. The work in the weekly programs is distributed to cover various fields of literary effort in accordance with the purposes stated above and as a result everything from wit and humor to philosophy and science is discussed. Careful preparation on these subjects is demanded and close criticisms are made so that one must be well informed on a subject which he presents before the society. But it is not always work and no play. New members are added to the roster occasionally and these are given into the hands of the initiation committee who find out who they are and incidently introduce them to the college and com- munity. The writer well remembers how he and a dozen other freshies made sport for this committee and the staring eyes of Ellsworth and Iowa Falls, as they masqueraded as the Dingbat Family. We saw little fun in it then but since that time other victims have demonstrated that there is real amusement in it by giving some very pleasing and artistic impromptu performances. An annual event which has been adopted by the society for their own enjoy- ment and at the same time for an educational purpose is the Phi Delta banquiet given to the members .of the Alethean Literary Society. This affair closes in a program of toasts at which much wit and wisdom is displayed.

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,x.,, 1 2 - 2 : 'H E' ,' 1 ,f 'I' In , gf I --X. ...,. ' -f ,ff 951 i 5 i - MF Y l 1 afvw i L MMNV ' .nlrruulummmww g ,f ,'...... ,,,4,,' .lluv D MX 4 SOCIETY- Ah, 'tis the beautiful springtime, The year like a river runs through its course. Dancing, and murmuring its secrets to all who list, It sparkles like gems in the sunlight as it trips o'er the mossy stones. Daisies and buttercups, and honeysuckle flowers are beckoning and nodding their heads. The larks and the robins call to their mates, And the nightingale warbles without. Love calls to her, entwines her, In So why should my Alethean seem so troubled and sad. PREPARATION- Is it not discouraging, when to the listeners nearby, Her truths and ideals appear false? When she fears lest Existence may close her account, E'er she makes them understand what she's Owen to the world. SOCIETY- Yes 'tis true, but why shouldn't she, Have peace in her soul? Howsoever wild the world may roll. For, through her striving, they cannot fail to know e'er long. PREPARATION- Oh, 'tis that endless striving, striving for an ever fleeting goal, lTis that which will make her strongest, It is Pseudo mischievously intervening Turns her ideals upside down, Hence upon that fair maid's brow plays that unbecoming frown. Ah, here sh-e comes, my little dusky haired sprite, Mirth and mischief dancing in her bright black eyes. What should we do without you, to prevent us from being content with what We are. SOCIETY- For indeed 'tis you little Pseudo's heart, That keeps us all alert. 'This with you, the seed of Wisdom we do sow. - And with the hand of Experience we make it grow. PREPARATION- ' Now what have you, my merry lass, been up to? PSEUDO- Oh! I have just demolished some of Alethean's dreams, For you know she has high ideals, which tower to the sky. But I crept in, tumbled them down and hence, She is in the garden giving Way to her despondence. PREPARATION- Oh, let us hasten to our darling and see if on the morrow, We might not find some remedy for her great sorrow. SCENE II. QA spacious garden, a meandering stream dancing and sparkling in the sun. Alethean sitting beside the stream beneath a willow tree.J ALEATHEAN- O world, O cruel, cruel world, that loveth not my dreams and aspirations. Would that I might leave your cold and bitter shores. Ye Warbling nightingales take me on your wings, And bear me away from this unfeeling world of things, Lead me to immortal truth, where all in sight is of worth. fPseudo enters shaking her head saucilyj