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

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A Cnmntvncimmtt It always comes. It is just a question of time, nothing more. The 1914 Commencement Day will be a great day in the history of our College, for on that (lay the largest class that lias ever graced Wesleyan’s Ilalls will receive their “sheep-skins”, step out and be numbered with the Alumni. On that day Friends, Alumni, and Students will meet again, feel a new touch of the “Wesleyan Spirit,” talk over bv-gone days, make new resolutions and bid farewell. What is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays.” ‘Now is the high tide of the year, And whatever of life hath ebbed away Comes flooding back with a rippling cheer, Into every bare inlet and creek and bay.” ‘Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how; Everything is happy now, Everything is upward striving; ’Tis as easy now for the heart to be true, As for grass to be green or skies to be blue— ’Tis the natural way of living.” James Russell Lowell. BP

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Edith Lee, always known for her quietness and peace, has become a nun. She helps the lowly and forsaken—May heaven bless her! Ilileman and Hagie both report that they are in Chautauqua work, the former as lecturer, the latter as manager—And, to be explicit, they have both won their hearts’ desires(?). Here comes an hilarious creature—we see it is Ruth Will its, who is now accompanying the great bass singer, Chas. Cornick, a former classmate. Very fortunately their tour from New York to New Orleans permits them to stop off a little while. Howard Goehring slouches in—he has retired to his farm in Fremont, and has raised—most everything in general—He has a wife and we think her name is Helen. Our grand opera singer comes next. She has ceased to speak English and now rattles off French operas at a very rapid rate—This surely is Ruth Logan. Floyd Duncan steps in, a type of “perfect physical manhood”—he has won all the aluminum drinking cups in Iowa, and is now taking many in other states—he practices law as a side line for one profession is too limited for him. Here comes a little matron who looks as jolly as ever. She is perfectly happy as shown by her beaming smile. This is Jean Warrington. The door bangs— Ruth Schreiner arrives—“Well, I suppose you want to know what and why I am. I tried teaching a few years—this spoiled me for matrimony as I became too fussy. I then wrote a few books, but these were unsuccessful, so now I am a militant suffragette, and I’m suffering yet.” The door softly opens, and in walks Rev. Barnett—lie is late, of course, but nevertheless welcome. He tells of his parish in Rome and then pronounces his blessing upon Wesleyan’s most famous class—The curtain falls. Thus endeth the third act of the drama of the class of ’15. r In

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©maker ts ©ut Peacefully and calmly through the sunshine I strolled toward the college. Nearing the campus all reflections were rudely interrupted by a strange and fearful uproar and soon a scene of wild pandemonium burst into view. Everywhere were students holding large, imposing-looking books. Some were shrieking with maniacal laughter, and one of these was heard to say, “I knew he’d get his some day. This sure was coming to him!” A few there were who sat placidly gazing at some one page with a rapt and dreamy look. These had found his or her picture and were content. “I’ll fix that guy,” an angry youth muttered threateningly. “The big slob, to tell that, and now I'll be in bad for sure.” One girl hurried past with flushed cheeks and hands tightly clenched, saying sadly to herself, “It's not fair! My name isn't in their Old Track Squad at all!” Suddenly a small band of students steal softly and fearfully out the back way, and with many backward looks of terror hastily make their way countryward. No longer bewildered, I remember that it is Croaker day at Wesleyan, for there goes the unhappy editor and his fellow-conspirators, until the wrath of the neglected ones dies out. iOlLfj . A V