Lake Forest College - Forester Yearbook (Lake Forest, IL)

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The University Club RICH.XRIJ D. HARLAN, D. D. . President PRoIf. A. C. DAWSON . . Vice-President Miss ALruUsT,x STUART . . Secretary MR. XV. C. STEyENs ........ Treasurer PROF. VVALTER SMITH . . Chairman of Executive Committee MRs. -I. P. WIIYTE . . Chairman of House Committee IXIIss RIPLEY . Chairman of Music Committee Program of the University Club October 29.-'tAn Audience with the Late Pope Leo XIIIf . DR. HARLAN November I2.-'HX Siamese Episode ' ' A ' ' ' MR. F. C. M.xcDoNIxLD December I.- The Reading of Biograpliv' ' ' ' MR. HORACE H. MARTIN December II.-HTIIC Lnfolding of the Great Lakes System of North America DEAN L. J. VVELD, of the University of Iowa. january 14.- Self Government in Colleges ..... Miss HUGIIES February II.-HA Chemistry Problem . . . PROP. R, H, RICKEE February 18.-HLBZIIIICH ....... . MR. L. F. SENNETT March 3.- Reminiscences of a German Student. DR. INIONIN, Dean of Armour Institute of Technology. Musiczxle-Miss SIZER. O

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Grad. It's not the same, the old grad. sighs, As what it used to be, Why e'en the sky above the trees is not So blue to me. Your football team! Oh, well enough, perhaps, for boys like youg You should have seen it in the days VVhen my gang bucked it through. Dope tHe played upon the second team, To gain he'd always fail. He lost his nerve in awful shape But that's another tale.j U The funnel game ! Your prospects for baseball, eh? Well, for a bunch that's line, Give me my team that cleaned them all, 'Way back in humpty-nine. tHe carried water for that nine, And, added to this glory, They sometimes let him tend the gate But that's another story.j Oh, that's a cinch. Why, back in humpty-one, I held off half the freshman class For hours with a gun. QThe catalogue of humpty-two Shows u Was made s that that same class up of two fair co-ed 5- But then, we'll let it pass.l Oh, how we bluffed the faculty Vtlhy, even ' Little john ' Thought we were working night and day, And no one put him on. 1 Oh I Yes, that class, smiles 'L Good fellows all, and meek, We let them through by charity, Their work was mighty weak. ittle john,' J And so the gay grad. chatters on, While freshmen stand aghast And think, How poor and tame Beside those that are past. The senior truclging on his way But mutters All I hope Is that when I get out of school I'll find his brand of dope. WILLIAM MATHER these days Lrawls, 'oo