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

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Preface U ' XE year ago Forester X, becoming of age, 'fell heir to the ancestral C. charge,-to depart on that traditional quest and bring back alive or dead L, that wily and elusive animal-Student Life. -Q. Preparations were begun at once, all the ancient records of former searches were read, the secret instructions left by his forefathers, reveal- ing the magic route to the dragon's environs, were studied, and lastly the latest devised traps for ensnaring this elusive creature were procured. ' Following the trail indicated by numerous i'Forester Boards of the past, the locality of Forester X's nightmare was hastily reached. All evidence pointed to the fact that 6'Student Life itself was in the near neighborhood,-footprints were 1ll11DC1'OllS.fD3tllS abundant, and scarcely had Forester X spied these tell tale marks than that terrible i'Bud -istic roaring broke out near at hand. Sir Knight Oil Forester buckled on his armor of plagiarism-grasped that pen lkmightier than a sword l-and ordering his associate-editor-armour-bearer to follow with that magic weapon-the ever present camera,-he advanced toward-his future base of supplies. The first encounter was territic,4Forester X's hair did not turn grey,fthe dragon did not spit Iiames of fire but 'iStudent Life hurling that 'iburning' question, Hhow many times have you cut classes to get here? wilted our hero on the spot. for he could return no creditable answer. Thus ended the first day and the success of Forester X's plans for the second day were in like manner frustrated by Student l,ife's indescribable wit. V Prepare what traps he would, no matter how often they were nsprungf' the largest catch would be but a shred of tlesh or a 'shank of hair, left behind in a hasty escape. Pitfalls though often tampered with, contained but a jurnbled mass of foot- prints: and while Forester X had lain in ambush night and day with that weapon which has always been the bane of Student Life-the camera, he never secured anything but negative results. The year drew to a close, and Forester X. lean, gaunt and covered from headto foot with cuts, as reminders of his various struggles, appeared again in his dominion. To the eager and restless crowd of retainers he endeavored to prove that, impos- sible though it was to bring back Student Life, nevertheless he had its--autobiog- raphy. He threw down the i'catches of his traps. he held up pictures of Student Life taken in its native haunts, and gave detailed accounts of the monster. But all wasin vain,fthe populace solemnly nodded their heads and hpassed by on the other side of the street. Forester X seeing that the people were weary of him and that preparations were already being made to enthrone his son Forester Xl in his stead, heaved a sigh of self belief, and withdrew into a monastery,-there to Hheal his cuts, and daily Hlile down the corridors of a semester's work. Upon the door of his cell, so tradition has it, there can be seen the following inscription. There is that in the make up of Student Life which does not permit it to be caged and artificially Haunted into publicity. To take it out of its environment and set it up for exhibition is impossible, for without its environment it cannot live. But if l, Forester X, have recalled to any one's mind past visions of Student Life, or have induced any to come and see what some have already observed, my quest has not been fruitless. 6