Marion University - Marionette Yearbook (Marion, IN)

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If 51 3 College gjuiuors HARRIET L. MANSON Marion, Indiana. Major, Latin. Amphictyon, Ath. Ass’n., Orchestra, Y. M. W. B. “Friendship improves happiness and abates misery, doubling our joy and dividing our grief.” HERMAN STUNECK Major, History and Greek. “Whoso fipdeth a wife findeth a good thing.” PALMER MART Marion, Indiana. Major, History and Social Science. Eureka, Treas. of Junior Class. “Shadow of annoyance never came near thee.” MABLE SMITH Winamac, Indiana. Major, Theology. Eureka, Sec. of Y. M. W. B. “To be without pretence or sham Exactly what men think I am.” WILMER RIEST Deedsbury, Alberta, Canada. Major, Biological Science. Eureka, Ath. Ass’n., Y. M. W. B. “I can march to a fortress and summons the place to surrender, but march up to a woman with such a proposal—I dare not.” AUSTIN CHAMBERLAIN Major, History and Sociology. Eureka, Orchestra, Y. M. vV. B. “Says he, ‘The man that hath a tongue I say is no man, if with his tongue he can not win a woman.’ ”

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ELIZABETH WILSON Marion, Indiana. Major, Greek. Eureka, President of Junior Class, Class Poet. “The heart that is to be filled to the brim with holy joy must be held still. ’ HAROLD W. STOKE Olivet, Illinois. Major, Science and Mathematics. Pres, of Amphictyon, Y. M. W. B., Ath. Ass’n., Editor-in-Chief of Marionette. “Ability involves responsibility; power to its last particle is duty.” HAROLD R. SLOAN Greentown, Indiana. Major, Science and Mathematics. Vice Pres, of Amphictyon, Treas. of Y. M. W. B., Manager of School Employ¬ ment Bureau, Student Editor of College Journal. “He hath a daily beauty in his life.” RUTH C. UBELE Elwood, Indiana. Major, Languages. Eureka, Ath. Ass’n., Y. M. W. B. “A daughter of the gods divinelv, tall, and most divinely fair.” THOMAS T. SMITH Winamac, Indiana. Major, Theology and Greek. Eureka, Y. M. W. B. “This is my heart’s sincere desire, God’s place for me to fill, My sure abiding place to be The center of His will.” FANNIE HOWELL Charles City, Iowa. Major, Science and Mathematics. Eureka, Sec. of Junior Class, Y. M. W. B., Ath. Association. “A perfect woman nobly planned, To warn, to comfort and to command.” €be Marionette ’23 College gjuniors 3

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£f)C Marionette ' 23 t i» ■ OOO OO 00- 3 lOF ooo 3 Heberte of ttje Class of ’24 Methinks as I sit a-dreaming Tonight before the fire. Watching the flames go chimneyward And the smoke mount higher and higher There’s Austin Chamberlain, Dear me! How will he e’re attain To highest notes upon that flute, And win himself a name? I see the Juniors of old M. C. As world-ward they wend their way; Now busy with cares of life And the work of the great TODAY. They little thought in college days Of the trials they’d meet in life But the strength they gained in the prob¬ lems then, Helps conquer in the strife. There’s Harriet Manson a speaker now And winning great applause. She got her practice on “Lit programes,” A great salary draws. I read a magazine last week, Whose editor was Harold Stoke, It dealt with weighty articles, As, “Annuals are no joke.” I wonder about Wilmer Reist, He always was so willing To do the things you’d ask him to He’s made some life so thrilling. Ruth Ubele used to always be So fond of classic lore, She must by now be teaching school— A Latin class or more. When Palmer Mart got his degree I scarcely would have guessed That he would be a surgeon now. And thus the world be blessed. Then Mable Smith, that dear, good girl; Within a laboratory Is watching butterflies hatch out And writing their life story. And there’s her brother, Thomas Smith, A minister, so I’ve heard. His flock will never feel the lack Of messages from God’s word. I seem to see thru yonder trees, ’Way there near Singapore, A gray-haired man among the tribes— It’s Edwin Ballenger! I heard from Fannie Howell today, She says she’s oft been thinking That China is the place for her, Especially in Pekin. There’s Herman Stuneck, too. Must be Dishwashing for his wife: A handy man around the house Would add to the joys of life. So Harold Sloan’s a college “prof.” Why did he never get To be a dean of college men? Yes, he’s a bachelor yet. Oh, dear old class of ’24 I wish you here tonight To tell me of your lives, your work, Your prospects—would you might. But I must not be dreaming here When there’s so much to do. Those students want their Greek grades now And Botany calls me too. M. E. W. ’24