Iowa State University - Bomb Yearbook (Ames, IA)

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For one day our boys played a very fine game And sent Iowa City home in shame. That night round the bonfire in front of Old Main We danced and whooped through a drizzling rain, While the old cannon down in the middle of the campus, Booming and roaring helped keep up the rumpus. Soon after, commencement time drew nigh When the Seniors said farewell with a sigh And we sighed, too, that Freshman days were o ' er For next year our class would be Sophomore. CANTO III. When our school opened that next fall, A very great sorrow had come over all. Of our honored president we were bereft For God ' s finger had touched him, and he slept. On that first Sunday in the college cemetery Were held the last services sacred to his memory. And a gloom hung over us all, that year. Deepening our sorrow and bringing no cheer. The affairs of our college were soon adjusted, And the paddling of our canoes to Stantie was enstrusted, And so well by him was this manipulated. That to him our Bomb is dedicated. — 26 —

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But the kind, loving words which to us he spake, Caused our heads to droop and our hearts to ache: Be ye kind one to another, For ye are all children of the same Alma Mater. He told us of all his anguish and pain, As he came home that day on the train; For the warriors he loved, his trust did betray And far from his precepts had wandered astray. And then in his persuasive way. He asked us to sign resolutions that day, Promising the honor of the college to maintain, And never to participate in a class scrap again. When that special chapel ended, all was well And the tribes altogether gave a rousing college yell. The troubles were over and peace did reign Until came the Sophomore-Freshman ball game; The contest waged hot, and the contest waged long For both the Sophomores and Freshmen were strong. But as the game progressed it was plain to be seen That the ' OS ' s were best by 17 to 13. The Sophomores were badly beaten once more. And this only made them a little more sore; Which state of affairs continued at red heat Until the time of the Annual Home Meet. For when the race that day was completed The Freshmen were most cruelly defeated. But enough of this war and strife And let us turn to that splendid night, When unto the Sophs the Freshies gay Did give a banquet, in order them to repay For that sumptuous feast of pickles and rocks. And all the water, pepper and hard knocks. It certainly was a swell affair And all the Sophomores were there. But when it was over their conscience did prick ' em For they knew we had taken the best way to beat ' em These old scores were soon put by And we joined to celebrate over S. U. I. 25 —

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For chieftain this term we wanted a good one So we elected F. F. Jorgenson. And as a motto we had never yet hed, Just Hustle was the one to be adopted. If the victories in 1901 were few, We more than made up in 1902; When the Varsity got Warden and Tener, too — To show what the Naughty-Fives in foot ball could do. The hoo-doo had long since ceased to be And Grinnell was beaten naught to twenty-three, But it was all a mistake, that game with Cornell, And of it, it will never do to tell. The debate with Normal again was won And the Spoor Trophy from Chicago was bro ' t hum. A new band of Freshmen among us had come. And as yet they had not been shown much fun, So early in October a day was set And the Naughty-Sixes with the Naughty-Fives met In order with us to compete For honors in the Sophomore-Freshmen Meet. The Naughty-Five boys from foot-ball were sore But they won just the same 66 to 64. The ' 06 ' s so long had gone without a name That we began to think it a shame; So by December we found one to suit ' em. Gave them a banner and called ' em Mewasem ; Which of all names is most royal Since being interpreted means True-hearted and Loyal. 27