Iowa State University - Bomb Yearbook (Ames, IA)

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CANTO I. Muse, Thou Goddess of History, Come down from Olympus and tell to me. For all things dost thou know and behold. Whilst we know nothing but what we are told, — Tell what the Naughty-Fives have done, Of all the victories they have won, And that first grand reception, which to themselves they gave And thus bro ' t forth the wrath of the Katinas, brave (?). All your loudest anthem raise. And sing to all the world their praise — Sing of thrilling incidents. Of their established precedents From the time Fate decreed, they Indian warriors should become In that glorious fall of nineteen-one. After fever and fire of the previous year. To bring to I. S. C. good cheer. Like a burst of sunshine the Naughty-Fives came, And gladdened the hearts of the professors again. That fall the foot-ball victories were few. E ' en after the burning of the dread hoo-doo. But the Spoor Trophy was ours and the Normal Debate, While with victory in Tennis, we were favored by Fate, — 21 —

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THE FACULTY OF I. S. C. — 20 —

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On September 14th, the Freshmen much despised, By Dr. Beardshear, into a class were organized And chosen from out the verdant lot, For president was our Archie Scott. For colors we did feel a lack So chose the cardinal and black, But waited for the Sophomores to give us the name Which has since bro ' t to us such glory and fame. Our first social stunt was the General Reception, Which soon was followed by the Joint Literary Session. At last came the greatest thing of all, The Sophomore Reception in Margaret Hall. That night there was music, and speakin ' , and things. But the best of all was the dainty eatings. And tho ' we stood round with our hands in our pockets, Or folded our hands, or fumbled our lockets. We made up our minds that as sure as the world We ' d some time get into that great social whirl. Our class in round numbers was four hundred strong. And in all that first term we did nothing wrong. But took what the ' 04 ' s treated us to With growling, and grumbling, and murmurings few. And then in October of that glorious fall. When Seniors, Juniors, Sophomores, and all Were gathered together at the Soph-Fresh Meet To see the green Freshmen go down to defeat. The Naughty-Fives did lead them a merry good chase, But just to keep them from being disgraced. We slackened our pace and, very, very good. Let the Sophs win the race as all Freshmen should. The days and the weeks were fast slipping by. And Christmas time was drawing nigh. Exams, were over and our trunks were packed, Our duds were brushed and our boots were blacked. So to our home we went both far and near. And left the campus most sad and drear.