Iowa State University - Bomb Yearbook (Ames, IA)

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«i Having tije Jfountrations;. (Extracts.) BY CHARLES E. BESSEY. HALF century seems like a long time to us today, and yet I must ask you to go back a littls further still to the beginnings of this collegz when a few earnest men secured the passage of a bill by the legislature providing for the selection of a proper site on which to build an agricultural college. Among these early advocates of the college was Suel Foster of Muscatine. I remember him as a spare little man with a sparkling eye, and a quick, in- cisive speech. Always in earnest, always thinking of the good of the community, not self-seeking, he was a model citizen. Well might this college erect a memorial tablet in his honor, and plant an oak tree to keep green his memory. On this tablet inscribe the words Suel Foster, pioneer, patriot, lover of trees and fruits, advocate of agricultural education, friend of the college. On the tree you plant, place the simple label, The Suel Foster Oak, and as the years come and go, its growth and virzscznce shall serve to remind us that such lives as his live in their good deeds. The spirit of this pioneer still lives on this beautiful campus, and here we should perennially honor his memory. It is a matter of history that when it came to selecting a site for the college, the committee was divided between those who favored this site, and those who. preferred another a few miles east of the city of Des Moines, and Suel Foster told me that it was his vote that brought the committee to favor this location. For many years it seemed that the other would have been the better site, and there were many who ridiculed and denounced the selection, for no place in the state seemed to be more hopelessly isolated. Think of planning to set down a college in a thinly settled part of the state, away from the railroad, and separated from a miserable little village by the almost impassable bottoms of an uncontrollable prairie stream. It required a faith like that which can move moun- tains, to see in this remote site the beauty which now greets the eye. And no doubt Suel Foster ' s prophetic eye saw as in a vision the beauty of this scene today, as it is given to some to catch glimpses in this life of the sweet fields of Eden in the world of the hereafter.

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DEANS AND VICE-DEANS. C. F. Curtiss S. A. Beach S. W. Beyer F. W. Stanton C H. Stance Anson Marston Mrs. Marian Kilboome (Agriculture) (Agriculture) (Engineering) (Junior College) (Veterinary) (Engineering) (D. of Women)

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■v-;: .•:••.•■: ■ I pass over the years of waiting to the day forty years ago this morning when the college doors opened to receive its first in- stallment of students. There were big, awkward country boys, two score or so of them, and a score or so of rosy-cheeked, shy girls from the farms and the little towns. How strange it all seemed. There were no old students to greet the new comer. There were no traditions. There were no stories about students or faculty to be handed down with embellishments from upper classmen to lower classmen. Everybody was equally new, and inexperienced. And on the other side was the new faculty. There was the dig- nified and polished President Welch, a veteran teacher elsewhere, but new to Iowa, and to the particular education represented by this college. There was Professor Jones of somewhat severe mien, and with every evidence of being a vigorous, driving personality. And there was the bland Dr. Foote who was to lay plans for a department of chemistry, the energetic Dr. Townsend, and the lov- able Miss Beaumont. It was a faculty small in numbers but remark- able in ability. These were the pioneers who represented the long line of teachers that have followed in the path broken here on the open prairie. And so the work began, a new faculty gave instruction to a new student body. There were only the most meager facilities for instruction. There were blackboards, some benches, some chairs. There was a museum, small in size, but large in the number of dreadful specimens which it contained. With what feelings of horror must those innocent youths first have looked upon the numberless bottles of preserved snakes, the boxes of bats, impaled beetles, and tarantulas, and the fierce-looking panthers and wild cats. It must have been an education in itself for these unsophisticated boys and girls to have spent an hour in this chamber of horrors, learning the lesson that art is sometimes greater than nature. In this young college there were no laboratories, no shops, and only a small library. It was a day of small things. The faculty lived in the building, with the students, the classrooms, the kitchen and the dining room. With the exception of the farm superin- tendent, and the live stock, the whole coUege was housed in one building. It was economical surely, and it saved time for students and faculty. No one lost time in getting to his classes. But this idyllic life was not destined to last long. The cold north- west winds swept down upon the college and its band of teachers and pupils, so snugly ensconced in the big building. There were no trees to check the force of those chilly blasts, and in spite of the efforts of the old fireman the few little furnaces down in the cellar could not and would not keep the cold from creeping in. And right here was the beginning of the winter vacation so long a custom in the college. Finding that it was impossible to keep warm during the winter the college work was suspended until spring, and everybody went home. And this was repeated again and again