Iowa Wesleyan College - Croaker Yearbook (Mount Pleasant, IA)

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 IQIO 'N dinntan Suterary orirty OFFICERS FIRST SEMESTER President .....................Frances Toothacre Vice-President .......................Mary Sidles Recording Secretary...............Edna Benjamin Corresponding Secretary.......................Lora Buck OFFICERS SECOND SEMESTER President ............................Lora Buck Vice-President.....................Dorothy Russell Recording Secretary ..................Mary Sidles Corresponding Secretary....................Georgia Sidles Treasurer......................Alpiiild Stromberg Seven years ago a group of Wesleyan Academy coeds under the supervision of Prof. Minear formed themselves into an organization and began a hard struggle for existence in the literary world of Wesleyan. Under the name of Clionian, they fought their way steadily to the front, and occasionally aided by their brother Harlan have at last completed an organization which rivals either of the other societies in the work being done. To really know the spirit and standard of work being done by the academy girls, one must attend one of their joint programs with Harlan. You may count yourself fortunate indeed if you are allowed behind their closed doors.

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Otmttan fEtterary oru'ty TOP ROW—M. Sidles, Deal, Eggers, Russell, Caryl, A. Farr, Stromberg, Toothacre. BOTTOM ROW—Richardson, G. Sidles, Winter, S. Farr, L. Buck, Benjamin, Farr.

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 V- ' ‘NS ««(«! k.' ‘ ' ' Nvx n'nx- N W.W ' » » »« M»V ' V S S ' 'N ■ V, x -v (Tlir AA'ttU' anb STIir- tHase (Independent) A little brown bird in a blossoming tree Was singing and swinging so merrily, That the wind came by and paused to know What was the reason he warbled so; And the bird replied, “With my little brown bride, 1 have builded a nest, you see, And I fear no harm for love is a charm, And nothing can injure me.” Then the wind laughed long with a sneering note, And he spoke to the bird with a boast in his throat: “I have roamed o’er the earth from mountain to sea And never a charm like this.can there be; For I neither love nor fear God above, Yet never an equal have found;” And he tore the nest from the little bride’s breast, And scattered it over the ground. Then the song died out and the vale was still, And God looked down from the height of the hill. But only a tear drop told that he saw, For God in his wisdom had made a law That the rain shall fall and the fates shall call Whether we scoff or pray, And the nettles shall grow and the roses blow Together till Judgment Day. Laird Hagie, M4. r n