Fort Hays State University - Reveille Yearbook (Hays, KS)

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the source of a great deal of pleasure and •amusement to the students and faculty of the Forty Hays Normal School. The banks of the stream are lined with a good growth of native timber forming many shady nooks and groves along its course making very inviting places for picnicers. The departments of Biology, Geology and Physiography use this stream and its valley as a source for observation work and a place from which to gather specimens for use in the various classes. A cement dam across the creek at a point about one hundred fifty yards from the buildings creates a fine body of water which affords excellent boat- ing, fishing swimming and skating in season. The ground immediately surrounding the buildings is laid out with walks and drives and is set with trees and shrubbery. An irrigating plant has late- ly been installed which affords water for irrigating the campus. 15

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or actual combat. With the approach of spring comes the baseball fans, with all their stored up energy, to display their talent. ' 1 hen as the days grow warmer, and lessons grow tiresome the tennis sharks don their soft- soled shoes and hasten to the courts for a few hours of recreation and pleas- ure. Hand in hand with tennis goes the game of golf, although until a year ago little attention was given to this sport, but with the coming of P. Caspar Harvey came the pleasures of the golf links. In the fall the football squad with their coach are testing brain and brawn on this self-same field, that they may determine who shall be “Tigers ' ’ and who shall remain “Cubs.” Many entertainments in the form of socials, pageants and song fests are also held here. Meandering through the valley in such a manner as to bound the campus on three sides, follows Big Creek a beautiful little stream of water which is 14

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Big Creek (With Apology to Love.) ( Dedicated to the Alumni and Alumnae of the Fort Hays Kansas Normal School.) On the classic banks of Big Creek I should love to linger now (Oh, the lure of that Western Kansas Creek!) Wipe away, O Time, the wrinkles thou hast written on my brow ; Let nie loaf along the Big Creek for a week ! Let me loaf and linger there With a Co-ed fond and fair, And ril ask of Fame no laurels for my forehead or my hair. I have memories of Big Creek fate nor fortune can erase, (Oh, the magic of the murmur of the stream!) There the overhanging willows and the grapevine interlace Like the filmy, floating figments of a dream ; And the music of the rill Singeth sonnets for me still That are born of witching poesy of sheer and sovereign thrill. I have journed far, O Big Creek, where the bitter water flow (Ah, the sweetness and the purity of thine!) Yet I sense thy silvern ripples, as in days of long ago, When I wandered where thy willows intertwine. Thou hast on my heart bestowed Joy that lighter makes the load ; In return I can but offer thee a rhyme along the road.