Independence Junior College - Inkanquil Yearbook (Independence, KS)

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'THE INKANQUIL PAGE 15 n . We started the first year of In- dependence College lacking greatly in library equipment. Necessary supplementary books for the read- ing courses of the curriculum had not as yet been purchased, and no arrangements had been made for the college, or rather Senior High library, being kept open later than five o'clock in the afternoon. 'We were thus greatly hampered by lack of library facilities. Luckily we had our old friend of our high school days to fall back on, the Public Library. The Pub- lic Library under the supervision of Miss Anna Gemmel has always extended the student whatever aid possible, and we felt certain that it would not fail us in our hour of need. Miss Gemmel kindly con- sented to arrange for College stud- ents to come any time of the day and read. All the social science and educational books were group- ed in a separate case for our es- pecial benefit. Every aid was extended us by the librarians. Any material that we wished to find was readily pro- cured for us. We could move about with all the freedom that we would have had in a College li- brary, and such it isg we have made close friends of all the li- brarians and, in fact, with the THE PUBLIC LIBRARY library itself. We can certainly speak of it as our College library. We have been allowed to go there practically any waking hour and study as we desired. We could arrange for five hours of study there after our last hour class had met. We had four more hours for study after school at the City Li- brary than we had in our own spec- ial library. We had many more books at our disposal. Our prob- lem of material and a place for study was thus effectively solved. But few restrictions were placed upon usg in fact none except those necessary to insure quiet, in order that no one be disturbed. We hope that we have not overstepped any of the liberties given us, for it is certainly our intention to conduct ourselves at all times as serious students. Miss Gemmel is an ardent sup- porter of Independence College in all its activitiesg but most of all she supports debate. She cannot help much in turning out a good football or basket ball team but she can help us in our debating. She did help us very materially. She had a basement room set aside for the use of the debate team alone. She loaned us a typewriter and supplied us with a profusion of material. She instilled morale and pep into us. She made us de- sire to win or die fighting. She gave us much of her valuable time in coaching. In fact she did every thing within her power to make our debate team a success. She literally turned the whole library over to us and she takes a personal interest in every one of us whether we are debating or not and helps us in every way she can. Through the cooperation of the Public Library with our College we have been able to make a suc- cess of our first year. We have been accepted by the State Uni- versity as a fully accredited Jun- ior College and we feel that no small amount of credit is due the Public Library. The Public Li- brary is our friend and our great- est aid -in what research work we find necessary. It helped us in our hour of infancy and impot- ency. It has given us its best. We hope that we appreciate how deeply we are indebted to the Public Library for the aid extend- ed us. We surely wish the friendly relations existing between us to extend far into the future. For all the good done us by the Public Librarya-we heartily thank it as an institution and the librarians as being the people who made such an institution possible. It is our library. ' ' 1niasa '- -ii m....-s. 1... .

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'THE INKANQUPL ' PAGE 17 THE FAM'LY MAN My daddy comes home with steps so slow, I hardly know if I should go Way down the street an' meet my dad, I know he feels so very bad. My daddy's been out since early' today I , A lookin' fer somethin' to git some Day- ' .Fer the oatmeal's all et up last' night An' baby sissy's a cryin' a sight Acause she ain't had nothin' to eat, An' myl stomach an' backbone feel like they meet. But I ain't acryin' I know My daddy's done his best, an' so I guess I'll go to bed an' see If the sandman's got a dream fer me , 'Bout Hapjacks round an' taters too An' a bowl of hot, thick veg'table stew, An' maybe some cakes an' a pie an' then In the mornin' I wont want no breakfast again. There's a eupful of milk an' a cracker, I think, An' baby sissy must have her drink. An' after that if I come to your door Will you give me a biscuit or two or more? Fer baby sissy's so little an' frail, An' somehow she seems so awful pale. ' But I'm so big that I wont cry- Why there's water a drippin' down oh, why! I ain't acryin'-My eyes blink so's The tearsdkeep a runnin' .down my nose. THE SET OF SAILS One ship drives east, and another west, With the selfsame winds that blow, Tis the set of the sails, And not the gales, Which decides the way we go. J Like the winds of the sea are the- Wings of fate, ' As we voyage along thru' life: ,Tis the WILL of the soul That decides the goal, And not the calmjor the strife.- BALLAD OF A SPIRITUALIST Bill Phaker was a spiritualist, And dealt in fearsome talk. He made the stove and hall-tree sing, And the table jump and walk. Bill threw his last seance one day, When Mrs. Joe McKnapp Wanted him to get her husband, Who'd gone through' a gallows trap. I Bill sang and howled, and groaned and moaned, And each and every yap Seemed to get him bettercontact With the victim of the trap. Then Bill pounded on the table 'Till his phiz grew black as sin, And the coo-coo elockstruck thir- teen, i ' And McKnapp came fioating in. Then the widow started screaming, But Joe didn't hear her speak, For he was busy hammering At Phaker's pointed beak. I don't crave notoriety, The spirit said to Bill, And I'll learn you better manners, So help me Heck, I will I .So he took Bill by the hind legs, Knocked his brains out on the floor, And before the show was ended, Waded ankle-deep in gore. Bills spirit went back with Mc- Knapp's, ' Into the land of Mists. And now is daily paged to earth By other spiritualists. Alone I stood beside the lattice gate ' Then crept within the garden stealthily . But with no thought of .crime to perpetrate I seized a rose in sheerest ecstasy. I grasped the rose and fled in pure delight ' I 'Twas mine, all mine, to fondle and possess ' I gazed upon it in the dim twilight 'Twas withered! Penalty of ruth- lessness.- There was a young man in the city Who, thought he would write a short ditty, A , e But he nearly-fell dead, g When his girltapped her head And he' heard her say, Oh,'what a pity!, r- .W I ' 1, On The Passing Of Santa Claus St. Nicholas, my patron saint, I cry Fortheeg thou'rt gone, Oh, thou art sped! In sorrow can I scarce forbear to shed A tear of grief from out my blood- shot eye, Though try I must, O Santa Claus, though I Am 'ware that thou wilt scoot not on thy sled To heap thy former presents by my bed, , As thou wert prone to do in years gone by. I drop a tear-CAye, bitter salt it islj Into my left shirt pocket. on my breast, And as it through evaporation cools My fevered bosom, up then lights my phiz, For though I know full well thou'rt but a jest, I Thou didst make bright my life on bygone Yules. -Russell Greenlee Spring Song O, happy is the world in spring, For birds fly high, and snakes lie lowg And the nacent grass, sun- kissed and blown By the winds that over the V praries roam, Looks up at the blue, where the A birds fly high, And then at its feet, whore the snakes lie low. And the fishermen tramp, with cheerful mein, Over the carpets of grass so green, And they smile and lziugh, and yawn and sigh, And look at the blue, where the birds fly high, And then at the grass, where the snakes lie low. -Russell Greenlee There was a young man with spring fever, He swore to his girl l1e'd ne'er grieve her: But he curried 'the goat. And got hair on his coat, And his girl swore that he had de- ceived her. U