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

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I9 in izomsrrep tBy this time the ancient college father had expanded with genial good fellowship almost beyond the endurance of his tottering old anatomy and his frame creaked and groaned as the two old timers bounded up the stairs from floor to floor., Finally the two men reached the top suite. Pausing, they entered, seated them- selves on the window ledge and reminisced. To the eyes of the three cronies, of course old Adam was included, ghosts of aged escapades peered forth from every corner. lt's a mighty good old place, isn't it Queenie? Remember those class rushes-the Freshmen-Sophomore fights and the lVlay day rough houses? Yes, and the night when ghosts walked when the college wagon climbed to the porch roof. Lord, but those were the days. A crowd of noisy undergraduatespassing below,who saw the two cronies, on the window ledge, going over again, in fancy, the exploits of their careless Freshmen days, came trooping up to hear again the time worn tales which never failed to interest. When the Hello fellows had gone the rounds, the old Grads resumed. Theres one thing certain, you fellows aren't being brought up right. A Senior canlt be the real lthing unless he's gone through the proper Freshman training. Instantly an indignant cry of Don't we know that? arose from the attentive listeners. Oh, but Pinkief' the Queen took off his glasses to finish his chuckle, what they really missed was being a Freshman under Royal training. tAt this old Adam shook and rattled as though in danger of collapsing-he's al- most in need of support there days? Thats right-if you boys had been in under OUR tutelage you'd have been ac- complished in the finesse of court life-the proper obeisance to your soverign, daily practice in the Troubador method of poeltic rendition, etc, etc. The chorus: Tell us about it, we've often wondered about the nicknames, King and Queen. i'Oh it's not a long story,-short enough in its ending when our upper classmen brothers appeared at court. As lucky Freshmen, we had older brothers, came to col- lege early and had the old Hall to ourselves for awhile . He's the one that could tell you the stories if we wished-couldn't you old fellow? Solemnly the crooked blinds Happed acquiescence. Well, five of us formed a miniature monarchy, repilesented in court by the King and Queen, the Duke and Duchess and the heir apparent. It was easy to make the little greenies that came under the protection of college Hall that week, imagine us upper-class- men and members of some mysterious court which rightly demanded homage from them. After our everlasting brothers had cleared out of an evening, we held the court and in- structed the vassals in their duties for the following day. We'll have to admit, Queenie, that our classmates were there at obedience. It was great fun while it lasted. Old Adam could certainly tell some great old tales that have happened in his time. The chorus: One of the Profs. said this morning that old College Hall was to be torn down. fBang! Bang! Bang! Bang! went door after door., What! tear old Adam down. Have they no sense of historic value? No wonder he glares. Only Lake Forest wouldn't be a college with old College Hall gone. Come on Queenie. let's find out about this. With a rush and a yell, the gang streamed out the door leaving a general air of dejection and desertion. A twist, a groan, and old Adam resumed his old-time air of stately grandeur and majesty. He sighed a time or two. Such is life, the old gives way to the new. After the usefulness is outlined, who gives a thought for the good service done? And giving a mighty shrug of his massive frame as though casting aside all cares, 'the old philosopher settled down again assuming his usual pompous mien. 24

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I9 ii Senior Class History Within a few short weeks, we as the class of Nineteen Ten, shall have taken our place among the alumni of Lake Forest,--among those who are forging in this great world outside, a name for themselves and for their Alma Mater. It is a world of achieve- ment, this battleground of life which is unfolding before us. ln it lies our chosen field, and a thousand others-fields in which the gifted may vent their power overturning estab- lished theories of lifeg or invent wonderful mechanical devices that will bring greater comfort and safety to mankindg or perhaps in the held of art, bequeath new treasures to posterity. Or for the person of humbler cast of mind there is open the life of unpre- tentious toil: he may not be rich in worldly goods, but he can be of high repute in his small circle of acquaintances-rich in health, rich in tranquility of mind-the type of man that lives a peaceful. happy life, and dies sincerely and deeply mourned. For four years we have fought a good fight, and following the Darwinian theory of ithe survival of the fittest, we have evolved into our present shape. It is needless to retrace this period of crystallization from the original amorphous mass that entered Lake Forest in l906,-but here we stand on the threshold of our careers, waiting only the bit of sheepskin,-which possibly may be useful only as a credential to University Club membership! Looking back, we see four delightful years of pleasurable work and pleasurable recreation: looking forward,-what? 26