Leander Clark College - Cardinal Yearbook (Toledo, IA)

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, pm, 1 Sophomores Drunk as a fool, in a stupor drear, With blood-shot eyes and pale, I stood at the bar of the Stanton D And leaned against the rail. 'Twas the only state in the U. S. A. Beyond the mission draw That would not tolerate the use Of a prohibition law. Let 's have another drink, says Bill, We 'll drink to the days of yore, And the liquor rose and ran the course, As ten had done before. The gurgling sound had died away, The glasses elinked no more, An unknown force had set me back I A score of years or more. Again I saw the chapel halls, A The hurrying to and fro, While the class of Nineteen-Seventeen Adorned the second row. The speaker rose before my view, His words were wont to say: Those were your friends of long ago, See what they are today., I looked and lo, a misty haze Appeared before my brain, My friends' vocations seemed to form A never-ending chain. A bungalow now caught my gaze, And in the dazzling light The face of Mamie glistened clear, While Thomas sucked a pipe. A form now ambled down the street Devoid of life and pepg For the scissors-grinder bore the name Of Austin Clandey Repp. And here we see a factory large, While in the rippling breeze Stands Insco Friday laboring at The art of making cheese. A seamstress waddles down the street And stops beneath the shade, And Gertrude Breaw plays the r6le, A staid and aneient maid, The home rule never wavers And yet we seem to feel That Tommy 's work is grounded Beneath a yoke of Steelfej. ----- ,, ,,,-.glfia 'f 'W'i i if 3 Q9

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if I I I I ALEX l 5 l.,-,L,..,i- I. I 7 Y fm- '-- -fr-...I gg-.- .,, THOMAS IVICIWILLAN Ainsworth, Iowa EARL LYON Toledo, Iowa NIAMIE IWARKEN Toledo, Iowa DALE THOMAS Toledo, Iowa GERTRUDE BREAW Toledo, Iowa PAULINE HfXROLD Toledo, Iowa

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The farmer ls Work is ended too And Lyon leaves the plow To feed his tired horses And milk his Jersey cow. The scene that follows closely You never will forget, The form of Mamie Hooper, The valiant suifragette. The deaconess we love so well, Who seems so gay and glad, Is the self-same little maiden That went with Deacon Ladd. But Toe he seems dissatisfied WVith Working on a farm, Found trading horses in his line And bought a livery barn. The freight train wheezes gently by, Resolved to make its run, Witli Guthrie at the brakie's Wheel As proud as any bum. The next scene is familiar And when you will recall Miss Sara Scanlon, matron Of Mary Beatty Hall. And now a pious gentleman Appears upon the stand And Reverend Doctor Thompson Has clasped you by the hand. And next we see a baseball coach 'Who looketh very mad, For Jackson Allen seemeth vexed At many Quaker lads. But alas, the spell is broken, The misty veil is raised, The torpor seems to strengthen Until the brain is crazed, The Hery liquor smoulders YVithin my parched throat And the hellish serpents dart and Sflllie From out their oily coats. Will death alone relieve me Of such a demon 's strife? I've bought and paid for clearly A dissipated life. ' CM ,Q p ,J . ,J :H - ,