Mansfield High School - Manhigan Yearbook (Mansfield, OH)

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By day he lingered in the halls To twit the girls he met; At night he pushed the ivory balls And smoked the cigaret. At last drew near the time for test— The final judgment day; When what he lacked should be confessed And he receive his pay. He felt his evil hour had come; He knew that he was mighty dumb; The thought of it was troublesome, And left him feeling worse than bum. He wailed, “0 lure of cushion chairs, 0, strolling round with maids; Would that I’d never practiced airs And sought to get the grades. But then his ma said, “MusVt fret And look so sore distressed; Just use the day remaining yet; The Lord will do the rest. ” A mother’s prayer, a lack of lore, Made Archibaidus cram. He labored night and day before The morning of exam. The morning of exam came round And when he got the test, To his surprise and joy he found That he was truly blessed. Quoth he: “I’m glad that I did cram,” And laughed in utter glee. ”0 what a berry was the man Who made this test for me.” And to this day you’ll find him still A’lounging round care free; For when he needs, our hero will Cram for eternity.

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to overcome, and the game ended with the score 33 to 17, and our boys were forced to be content with second place, which was no small honor in itself. Most of the Mansfield party stayed to witness the game between 0. W. U’s. varsity five and St. Lawrence, and incidentally to see Eddie Palmer, the former high school star, perform. While 0. W. U. was defeated in a hair- raising game, they had the pleasure of seeing Palmer play a star game, he scoring twenty-four of Wesleyan ' s twenty-eight points. Some of the party were in favor af going home that night, but it was finally decided to stay over until Sunday noon, and see something of the town in the morning. That night Mr. Marting duly rewarded the team for their good work in the tournament by taking the party to a moving picture show, where Hughes and Lehman had to be restrained to keep them from rushing up and embracing the girl that sang the illustrated song. But all got out in safety and after patronizing the soda fountain the party adjourned to the fraternity, where they secured a much better rest than in the night before. It was 9 o ' clock before they arose, Sunday morning, and after ea ting their breakfast they went out to view the town. Several of the fraternity men accompanied them, pointing out all the points of interest, and the town quite conformed to their idea of how a college town should look. Towards noon they sauntered back to the fraternity, where they se¬ cured their belongings, and after bidding goodbye to their hosts, they made their way to the depot. The Cramster ’ii He was a phantom of delight; He knew not A from B; He never did a lesson right A charlatan was he. He could not do a simple sum; He never kept a rule. He did not know a horsepower from A cousin to a mule. Despite that time was slipping by, To raise his grades he’d never try. If you’d say, Study man or die,” He’d make his peace and say good-bye. page nineteen

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Science and the Beautiful Jay W. Ferree HE TRAIN of human thought runs in cycles: so say the modern psychologists, and Solomon proclaimed the same thing when he said, There is nothing new under the sun.” In the present stage of human development, poets and sentimentalists view the rapid strides of science with no concealed alarm, for they think they can forsee the time when its rude rule and exact demands will annihilate or curtail all the sooth¬ ing sentiments, all the rich products of fancy and imagery of words, all the pictures of the imagination that have embellished literature and solaced the griefs of many a heart. This oft-expressed fear and forecast is merely a half turn in the cycle of thought. Science, searching and unfeeling in its analysis may resolve the ancient galleries of gods into simply mythic representations of the forces of nature, it may set the cause of spiritual visions uron the action of the sub¬ conscious mind, it may dampen the belief in a God of Salvation, but, notice, it is already atoning for its cold-blood slaughter of reverence and beautiful thought. The subjects held as ideal in one century are resolved into facts for scientific attestation, in the next. The old chrystaline spheres in which the planets rolled burst into the ' ‘fourth dimension” as soon as a telescope was aimed intelligently into the sky. But in their place we acknowledge the chains of gravity which were beyond the imagination of conceptionists in the past ages. The frightening gorgons and dragons much sung in aged poetry were refuted as imagery by the laconic critic of history, but the Science of Geology now bends her knees in apologies and reparation and settles saurians and pterodactyls, of no less fearful natures, upon our pre¬ historic lands and waters. Our thoughts, built up too ruefully weak, and our emotions, altogether inconstant, weave convolutions and pursue associations in the labyrinth of the brain in accordance and obedience to mathematically exact laws. The transcontinental messengers of Edison and Morse outrival all con¬ ception of a fleet winged Mercury. The field of poetry and wit is subject to immutable laws of the mind and New Thought is exploring these faculties as the material existance has been unearthed. Take what illustrations you will from any department and they all attest to the identical issue, that the incontrovertible facts of science float along on a current of pleasing, poetical, and fanciful impressions. Have not the organic cells superposed the fairies and dwarfs of youth¬ ful folk-lore in the delicacy and activity of work? Has not the art in painting and statuary been derived from a methodical study of the most symmetrical forms? Let a Geometrician ask an artist for the line of beauty”; ’twill be the parabola of the former. In social corn- page twenty-one