Irving College - Irvingiana Yearbook (Mechanicsburg, PA)

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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

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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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GBM Grip in thntfgshnrg T was the night before we took our memorable trip to Gettysburg, and ,we,tried,,to compose our minds tg slumber, and not to think of the unpleasantness of rising at five in the morning. We slept htfnlzlyf and arose at the signal of the cock's crowing, and after a hasty breakfast started shivering on our way. The ride was made pleasant by the beautiful mountain scenery-and not less important-the serenade of the gallant college boys. f ' ' - - ' When we reached Gettysburg and found ourselves in the midst of the great battle-field, covering twenty- live square miles, we then realized that our previous conception of it was vastly different, from the immense stretch of ground around us, and we could begin to realize, if only vaguely, what a mighty battle was this one, in many respects the greatest of the Civil War. As we passed along and viewed the various monuments and pl-aces made memorable by the great fight, we thought with amazement of the multitudes of men of the Blue and of the Gray who had offered their lives as willing sacrifices to the cause which they deemed right, and of the almost incalculable loss of life caused. - We never grew weary of listening to the guide's account of the different conflicts of. the battle, and the time seemed too short to see all the places of interest. And certainly we will never forget them-the wheat- held, where a harvest, not of grain, but of death, was sown 5 the peach orchard, the dreadful Devil's Den, Culp's Hill and Little and Big Round Tops, from whose summits we obtained an excellent view of the entire held. Our trip would not have been complete had we missed seeing the great National Cemetery, a most htting rest- ing place for the Union dead. Here countless graves and monuments lie grouped around the great National Monument. ' Not least among the adventures of the, day was our being photographed upon the gun that firedg the hrst shot of the battle, and we made ourselves the happy possessors of the picture. Soon we werehspeeding homeward, unanimously voting, this one a red letterday in our calendar. The scenes of the dayihadimpressed us. indesqribably,,and we felt, as never before, a keener realization of the hor- rors of war and a greateriappreciation of the blessings of peacef if K K ' i ' ' ' ' G ' I ' A