Irving College - Irvingiana Yearbook (Mechanicsburg, PA)

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,Alma aint gffnng I EAR Alma Maier, 'lzs lo lhee We razse our songs cy' loyally ,- Our sleaafasl hearls shall ever be Thy bulwarhs dseczlrzly. Dear Molher Irvzng, thee we love, Thy pennanlproudbf hold above, Failhful lhy dazlghlers ever are Though seallered zvzde in lands afar. If Sacred lo as each ivzed wall, Eaoh aged lree and classzk hall, Wilh memorzes mingled sad and gay Of school lzme grind or jeslive day. Oh, Alma Maler, lrzed and lrue, Our hearls lurn ever back lo you, May years increasing lo lhee bring More honors lhan we e'er could szng. III Oh blessed lzes lhasjvrmed by lhee, Of frzendshvb and 5ZlZL'67'Z'Q!, Thy daaghlers all revere fhy name And seek lo add lo thy jnsl fame. Then here's lo lhee, old Irvmg dear, The molher whom we all revere, While lhou shall lzve lzll lzme shall en Thy daughlers shall thy name dwnd. -M Lf, L. E., '04

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Artiban in the temple. As the girl bent over the white head, fearing he was dead, there came a voice through the twilight, very small and still, like music in the distance. The girl turned to see where it came from, but nobody was in sight. ' Then the old man's lips began to move, and she heard him say, Not so my Lord ! For when saw I thee an hungered and fed thee? or thirsty and gave thee drink? When saw I thee a stranger and took thee in? or naked and clothed thee? When saw I thee sick or imprisoned and came unto thee? Three and thirty years have I looked for thee, but I have never seen thy face or ministered to thee my King. I Q - He ceased, and the sweet voice came again, very faint and far away, but this time she understood the words, Verily, I say unto thee, inasmuch as thou' hast done it unto the least of these, my brethren, thou hast done it 'unto me. A calm radiancelof wonder and joy lighted the pale, worn face of Artiban like the first ray of dawn on a snowy mountain peak. His journey was ended. His treasures were accepted. The Other Wise Man had found the King. This story of the birth andicruciiizrion of Christ is an old, old story, but as the result of his hand-study of material, patient labor for the perfectionof form, and true devotion to Literary work, Van Dyke has made it a new story, and one that is so pure and noble in itself that it cannot but cheer, console, purify and ennoble the life of the reader. Let us say with one of our critics : A strong, courageous spirit 3 a mind well trained, ripened by culture, given to that' continuous meditation which gets at the vital quality in knowledge and experience, and grows by what it feeds on 5 an imagination sensitive, open, responsive 5 a gift of expression at once lucid, cogent and willing 5 a born lover of Nature, and now, last of all, a true singer of Nature and life. A man so endowed owes his fellows all the inspiration, stimulus and delight that Henry Van 'Dykehas given the world. ii? as xl! aim DJ

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I GL 12 gfurarg Qfxip CTOBER Zlst, the day set for the Luray trip, was a beautiful autumn day. All the girls who had decided to make the trip were anxiously waitin g eight o'clock, the moment when the train should start. Some minutes before train time nearly the whole school assembled at the crossing. Our party comfortably filled the coach assigned to us. Before we left Mechanicsburg the car was beautifully decorated in the blue and gold. 1 At different places along the way other parties joined our train. At every stop a yell was given for Dear old Irving. The scenery, which is beautiful at any time, was made more beautiful by the red and brown coloring of the trees. We traveled over ground celebrated in History and Romance. We passed within a mile of the famous Antietam battle field, within sight of the place where john Brown was hanged, and farther down, right near the parental home of Washington. We crossed two rivers, noted for their beauty, the Shenandoah and the Potomac. At one-thirty we reached Luray station, from which place vehicles of all sizes and descriptionsbore us to the cave, a distance of a mile. All along the way were U fore de war darkies and their children and grand children sunning themselves in front of their huts. In that 'short distance we passed also two stately, white mansions of the old style, seemingly unchanged by the tide of time. i It is unnecessary to describe the cave to those who have seen it and impossible to do it for those who have not. After spending over two hours in gazing in wonder and rapture at the beauties of the cave we returned to the town. At 5:35 p. m. we took the train for U Irving. All were tired and some were too sleepy to keep awake. At midnight we reached- Mechanicsburg, completely worn out but n0t regretting one second of the time. A -93- X