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

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ll New Words from Qld Boys COLLEGE LIFE College life, as l used to know it in Lake Forest, was a kind of dream lite. The world was young, the sky was hlue, and the forest still hid some in- nocent mysteries. The lake invited one out toward a lar horizon. Every maiden was lair to look up- on, and only the faculty failed in sentiment. Per- haps, as l know them now, they hid it from us. But dreams are the little sisters of faith, and he who never dreams will miss a measure ol the beauty ol belief and the valor of striving. Gut in the world, cares and allurements stifle the soul, while the beauty and mystery ot its morning fade away into the light ot common day. Happy is he whose college has opened his inward eye to see the high and line things and given him strength of heart to endure 1 and a beautiful courtesy to adorn lite. Calvin H. F ,-.f mi. Q , , As for the rest, the college will lit him for his work well or indillerently as he will. But, it it fails to give him a nohle enthusiasm and a line culture of mind and spirit, it tails greatly. Whether in lllinois or Dakota, the college should Hr not so much lor the competitions ol life as for lite itself. Not more life in its many activities, hut life richer in its purposes and nobler in its en- deavors may the college in the forest and the col- lege on the prairie each give. CALVIN H. FRENCH, '88 Huron College, Huron, South Dakota. ALMA IVIATERN When the editor's request came for a sketch on 'The College Song, it compelled the pleasant con- viction that the child of my early poetic genius had hrought me an honored name and a living remem- X hrance at Uthe old school. Nature has endowed me with a stout pair ol lungs, but l little expected my voice would carry for a decade and a half. How fortunate to he kept from an otherwise well- merited obscurity, hy the friendly verdict ol fifteen succeeding classes. Lake Forest was in my day without a distinctive song: alter the fashion of the simple Aeolian Alyah W' Dkmm harp l merely vihrated to the high ideals and loyal aliection ol a very enthusiastic period in the College history, and was fortunate enough to set to a melodious tune thoughts that rang responsive in the hearts ol all. Vvlhat-

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ever useful purposes my rhymes have served to Alma IVIater's sons and daughters in ex- pressing the devotion and loyalty which form so Iarge a share of an institutionis real life, I place them with joy as a votive wreath on my College motherys head, a small tribute of the great debt we all must leave so largely unrepaid. IVIost happy am I to conclude by adding the testimony of my own experience to the prophesy of my verses: though in my studies at Rome, literally and theologically nby land and sea divided, old associations retain their place in my heart, and the love of truth imbibed under the patronage of Lake Foresfs motto, uchristo et Ecclesiaefi allows me, in my new Alma IVIater, as a Catholic Priest, still to sing, uFor God, Lake Forest, Victoryf' Falls of Schuylkill, Philadelphia, Penn. ALVAH W' DURAN' '93- THE LITERARY LIFE College dormitories are often pretty full of as- piring embryo authors. In my day it was epidemic. Lloyd Bergen had it badly-so badly that his sweet little ten-year-old sister caught it and gravely as- sured me one day that she was writing a novel, but had all the characters killed off, and she wanted to know if she couIdn't use the trance on a few so as to bring back enough of them to finish the storyl Professor I'IaIsey's class-room was a dangerous place: many an author took fatal courage, merely because HLittIe Johnn didn!! unsheath his dagger. I thought uthe great American novelu ought to be written and felt some sense of duty in the matter. When at last I was driven from all that I wanted most to do, and was called to do so constructive work that others wanted me to do, I fell upon those glori- ous times when America has realized her greatness and her men are realizing, too, that her history has . . Burton Alva Konkle never been written, and that her archives are almost unexplored. A distinguished historian was once asked to write a history of Pennsylvania. Oh, said he, Hit will be a long time before that can be doneg a great deal of monographic work is needed first. The student who has attempted monographic work in history and has tasted the delights of a first-hand touch with original sources-seen men and events live again-has had a unique experience with Truth. Swarthmore, Penn. BURTON ALVA KONKLE, '87, THE RELATION OF STUDENTS AND ALUMNI The relation of student and alumnus should be very close, the closer the better: we are all one family, just a few years difference in our ages. College life stops with Commence- ment, but the spirit of that life abides. From the standpoint of the graduate it is unfortunate we do not return more frequently. There is nothing the alumnus enjoys much more than a gathering ofthe clans, ancient and modern, where he can tell how he ducked uCIemU or stole the Semi horses, or how our team won a game from Chicago. We pose as heroes and assume the hero worship- what could be more flattering to our pride? It is strange we cIon't return more often and probably we should do so if we only had the idea that it is worth while. If it is not uhot