Fairmont State University - Mound Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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When Virgil was inspired to write his immortal Aeneid, when Milton resolved to give to the world ' ' Paradise Lost, when Shakespeare planned a Ham- let or Macheth, no nobler task lay before them than to write a history of this, the Junior class of naughty- eight. Language has not the power to express in these few words a true, complete, and exhaustive account of our handicaps and achievements. Only a few years have passed since we entered this school, timidly inarching to some Freshman strain. But in spite of this short time, and the terrible weed- ing out process to which we have been subjected, we now remain the survival of the fittest, and rank second in name, but first in fame, to any class in school. The Freshies look upon us as monsters, the Sophs shrink from our presence in horror, even the members of the Faculty see our greatness, and feel like minus quantities in our company. The difficulties which disheartened others have only spurred us on. We have fearlessly entered our classes in German, Latin, and Math, and have come out conquerors, leaving all the sissies and faint-hearts behind. Indeed, so sterling has been our worth, that even some of the Seniors have joined us. ' When our class was organized, the other insignifi- cant students and Faculty ridiculed us and ' tis said they even had whisperings about the young unidenti- fied. But we contiimed to grow in several propor- tions. When Ave selected our colors, the great dry goods stores of Chicago, New York and London all were using Old Rose and Silver Gray for decorations, and de- clared that this was the best combination of colors available. The Arbor Day exercises were, in the main, con- ducted by us, and thruout the entire year we were the second wit of the Faculty on all matters of importance. At Commencement, while the Senior, with pale countenance and hammering heart, told to the world the value of an education, it was the Juniors, with their pretty faces and noble bearings that carried away the laurels of the day. In literary fields, when any one is asked who does the best work, the immediate answer is the Juniors. ' Who can look into the faces of our fair girls with- out being reminded of angels, not as a child is, in his

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PRANCES D. ROSE Mannington, W. Va. ALVIS PETERS. Fairmont. W. Ya. •TAMES G. LANHAM. Watson, W. Ya. LTJCY BILLINGSLEA. Fairmont, W. Ya. FRANK BARNES. Benton ' s Ferry, W. Va. ELLA COOK. Cameron, V. Ya. LOUISE FITCH. Fairmont, W. Ya. BESSIE SMITH. Fairmont, W. Va. HERBERT BARNES. Benton ' s Ferry, W. Ya.

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dreams of fairies, bu1 as of women, symbols of truth, purity, and over-flowing love. Fancy a grander sight than our handsome hoys, as they amble along the streets, or are seen symmetrically performing the tricks in the (iym and on the athletic held. In this history, we do not want to lay claims to im- mortality, but we do want to eulogize that which is grandest and best of all organizations of our Alma Mater. Since we are so unfortunate as to have no prophets in our class, Ave cannot forecast our coming years, but we do feel confident that, judging the future by the past, we will reach our Senior year and graduate, not as other classes have done, to sink from sight to rise no more; but to grow and continue to grow, till w( reach heights heretofore considered unattainable by man, and forever-more be called the best product of out Fairmont Normal. Freshman, Sophomores, Seniors too, We do! Hoodoo! Hoodoo you! Boomaling! Boomaling! Clear the line! We are the class of 1! 0! . — Historians,