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

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i' M v' a... ..1.,nY T c A §muu’t MY FRIEND Oh, hour from which my every hope has flown, When all ambition and all strife seem vain, When gods, once smiling, turn and do not deign To listen to my cry or heed my moans, And men, once fawning, will not condone My faults, at heart. nor aid me to regain The things I sought for and secured through pain, Grant me at least one fHend to call my oivn. And while, although I wander far, I find That naught remains of glories I have won, I shall not halt, for at my journey’s end I know someone is waiting who, outlined Like one tall cliff against the fading sun, Knows all my faults—yet loves me more—My Friend. E. R. Powers. iv iv

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 ' x As -x ) ,r - V ' a r MA Lr LEE Nau Chuang, China. “Thy modesty is a candle to thy merit.” Wesleyan Academy. Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, ’12-’14. Delegate World Student Christian Conference, ’13. Vice-President Chinese Student Christian Association, ’13-’14. Associate Editor Chinese Student Monthly. Delegate Quadrennial Student Volunteer Convention, ’14. Hypatia. Iota Phi. EVA WILSON Centerville, la. 1 ‘ Tis true that she is much inclined To chin and tall: with all mankind.” Centerville High. Y. W. C. A. Cabinet, ’11-’14. Pres. Y. W. C. A., '12-’13. Member Forensic League, '13-'14. Senior Class Play. Hypatia, lota Phi. Alpha Xi Delta. EDLA KRENMYRE Farmington, la. “The time is out of join; oh cursed spite! That ever I was horn to set it right.” Farmington High. Gospel Team, ,11-,12. Pres. Debating Association, ’10-’ll. Wesleyan News Staff, ’ll-’12. Ruthcan. Girls’ Glee Club, ’13, ’14. EVA WILLIAMS Mt. Pleasant, Ta.

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r N ' v pxE) 1 A- V Class nf ’14 • This is not to be a history of the Class of ’14. History is a collection of more or less agreeable or disagreeable facts, and implies that the events narrated have long ago ceased to live. The class of 1914 is not reaching its close but its beginning ; we are more in need of prophecy than history. Therefore, if this brief prelude to the achievements of our class may recall in future days thoughts not here recorded and smiles not caught by the camera, if it beckons us occasionally away from the monotony of the present and invites a truant imagination to return once more to former scenes to live four years of college life in an hour, it has fulfilled its mission. It will not matter then that our class furnished some three or four captains for various branches of athletics, some nine or ten members to Iota Phi, leaders and managers of glee clubs, Y. M. and Y. W. presidents, debaters, orators, and all the other machinery of college. Of course, each class contributes its share, and the records show their achievements. That is history. We will more often turn to the lighter side of college days when we think of our class and our college. We will recall with pleasure our class fights and glory in the fact that we were the last class to employ the old-fashioned and barbaric methods which held sway before the advent of the push-ball. The cold nights spent in the cupola of the main building, the mad battle with chairs and furniture, the escape of the girls from the dormitory, and sundry subsequent restrictions, these were our inalienable rights as Freshmen and Sophomores. Then there was the picnic we had when we were Juniors! I remember that Mat Cox made the coffee—it was good coffee, too. It was all gone before we discovered that the spring from which we got the water was the overflow from the Irish-town frog pond. It was this occasion that inspired that thoroughly original class yell: Pork and Beans! Pork and Beans! Marshmallows, wienies and buns! Drink Cox’s sanitary coffee. “The flavor lingers.” This may not be the exact text, as no copy is extant, but only those of the good old class who practiced it that evening by the camp fire in preparation for a demonstration in chapel the next morning will ever know, for the yell was never given. Robert Burns once wrote that, “The best laid plans of mice and men, gang aft aglev.” He might also have added frogs. Yes, indeed! We were not lacking in the social side of college life. To be sure, Stone and Stromberg and George Koch considerably lowered the otherwise r -■ ( mmiww» 11