Leander Clark College - Cardinal Yearbook (Toledo, IA)

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q fp ffrsx li Tak vii -an 5 f f hwflg?Q3rA,..4:f.11-..l.,.:L.Lfa.Qi1L.Ar:fai-11:J' lzillrgnii ally an address on world peace. Following this the diplomas were presented to the class by the president. The Alumni and varsity base ball game was the feature of the afternoon. As usual it was a most interesting game ending by common consent with a 1-1 score in the twelfth inning. Following the game the president gave a reception on the campus to all visitors. A short program was rendered by the musical or- ganizations of the college consisting of solos and glee club numbers. The last act of the class was Contrary Mary a three act comedy staged in the Wieting. Mrs. Riggs had the direction of the play and it proved a complete success. Each member played his part to perfection and their ability proved that they could adapt themselves to all circumstances. Among our visitors we were honored in having two of the oldest graduates, Dr. W. T. Jackson of Mount Pleasant, 1864, of the iirst graduating class, and J. A. Shuey, of Red Oak, 1865, the only graduate of that year. The commence- ment With the inspiration of the presence of men and women who have gone out from our halls to lives of great usefulness, never. fails to awaken in us all a stronger desire for success in attaining the ideal and a greater love for our Alma Mater. as f f sole T

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, 'v Q . K. .' fl 'IQ -Yi nw- NAI' it VA. fps. I- 'Ji tx, I Q lf, -J ll ex, Sweet Violets Patricia Dennis, more commonly called Patsy , was both the pride and despair of Winston I-Iall. It boasted in her brains, her ready wit, her unrivalled skill in handling a tennis racket or playing basket ball. Yet, not even her best friends could call her 'tprettyw as they did Kitty Wales, or sweet as they did Beth Greaves. She was just Patsy, tempestuous, carefree Patsy. A tousled mass of red hair surmounted the oval face with its upward tilted chin in which a tiny dimple played hide-and-seek. Yet not even the dimple and the sparkling eyes could blind the critic to the fact that the nose was decidedly pug, and that a profusion of freckles was scattered indiscrimin- ately over her features. Altogether the impression obtained was that Patsy was independent to the point of obstinacy. It was nearly the close of an intensely warm day in late May, Patsy, long limbed and agile, swung up to the door of the dormitory whistling and swinging aloft her tennis racket after an afternoon 's sport. Nearing the hall she spied two girls looking down at her reprovingly from and upstairs window. Then she heard her name and the words, I can't understand her. Unquestionably the thing to do was to find out what about her they did not understand, and if advisable explain to them. So flinging open the door to their room she walked in, tossed the racket on the bed and flung herself on a cushion at the window with the easy familiarity of the privileged guest. 'fNow girls , she began, 'ffess up, pray what do you not understand about your humble servant. O, Kitty, for pity sakes don 't look so grieved as if I had done something sinful. Yes I know my hair is down, and she impatiently brushed back the wisps of curling hair around her face. Probably my dress is grass stained and my face is red as a beet-always is after a good game of tennis-but mark my works pretty pussy, donlt you think I care! I've had a perfectly grand time with Toby anyway she finished defiantly. Yes, that's just the trouble, burst out Kitty stormingly. You donit care. To think of getting your face all red and burned the day of the Sophomore I-Iop. And with that little, insignificant Toby Weston too.'7 HAnd as for Toby Westonf, flashed back Patsy, her eyes beginning to sparkle dangerously, he's a great little sport, if he isn't the kind of dandy that wears stand-up collars and patent leather shoes and sends Bowers to the girls - this with a scornful wave of her hand toward the table where huge bunches of orchids and violets nodded. He's some tennis player, too. And as for my com- plexion, when Patricia Dennis chooses to sit upstairs, bleaching her face and mooning over a bunch of florist 's violets, when there 's heaps of 'em in the woods for the hiking, she'll let you know, my prettyf' And with a grandiloquent ges- ture and profound bow, Patsy slammed the door. The heretofore silent Beth turned with a mischievous smile to Kitty and said, HI wonder,-if it were Bob Leighton 's violets- . Kitty looked up quickly Y - I ' E1-T F- 'iv Wi X .Q