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

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Shi' ITU'slnjart Niuus The Staff Russell Barnett Mark Flanders Edith Powers Louis Leubbers Lillian Piper . Editor-in-Chief Managing Editor Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Subscription Manager Edna Benjamin..........................................................Social Maude Calhoun............................................Assoc, and Literary Stanley Newell......................................................Athletics Mary Torrence..........................................................Alumni Allen Eliason...................................Intercollegiate and Exchange Max Van Horn..........................................................Academy Georgia Sidles.........................................................Locals Published every Wednesday by the students of Iowa Wesleyan College Inomm

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 ( rs VXN N VsN XV. £L MMKKWB propljery of ’15 And behold, the curtain rises on the third act of the drama of the class of 1915. The first act took place in the early days of the members of this distinguished class. The second part was enacted during the college 00111 86, but now the rising action continues in this third division of time. First, there appears upon the stage a flourishing body with cheeks slightly colored, as if by some extraneous matter. Her stylish clothes tell us immediately that she is an actress—not a low, cheap sort, but one of the stars in Shakespearean productions. We are not at all surprised when we discover her name on the program—Madame Petrosen. And lo, another has taken up the same art: Mademoiselle Drusee has achieved greatness in interpreting the sentimental part of Juliet. This fair maiden has abandoned everything in order to lavish all her devotion on her art. And now a third person comes forth, sad and forlorn, seemingly just returned from a trip “out west.” (Keosauqua). Madame Drusee questions him “Who are you?” He speaks, “I am Neal Campbell's Hump. I’ve been tortured and harassed by a girl, and her name is Maude.” Poor fellow! Perhaps as time goes on he may be successful in winning the Judge’s daughter. A tattered figure saunters in. He has a brush and a box of paints. These outward symbols are all that is left of what was once happy-go-lucky “Perc.” Hazel Johnson, our demure sister, enters. Madame Petrosen inquires “Is it truly you?” “No”, she says, “I’m Truitt.” Three maiden dames appear in Salvation Army garb. “Who can they be—?” One says, “has Stan arrived.” We know this must be Fern because she was always strong for Stanley. Another articulates “I have been too anxious, so these modest clothes conceal my grief.” Poor Bertha! For this one was she. “It must be ten o’clock” sounds another. This is Aimee C—, who never will get over Ilershey Hall regulations. I11 romps Columbus Hayes, the eternal boy, who begins to sing “Beulah, Beulah.” He may well shout this for the above named is on his arm. Amy Z— has sent a note stating that her work among the Chinese is so fascinating that she can’t break away. We fear Amy is destined for a single lot. And behold! in walks our noble Stanley, who has made a place in the world by means of his great oratorical ability. He raves on and on and finally we get the gist of his discourse—“I have her, I’ve got her, she’s mine, etc.” At last his efforts have been rewarded, Viola is his. lA