McKendree University - McKendrean Yearbook (Lebanon, IL)

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McKENDREE YEAR BOOK 27 Do you remember Ruby Rice, The little girl with chin precise, How she and Grumpy lightly tripped Thru tango steps and never slipped? Well — now I see in vaudeville, These little maids are tripping still. A moment more and I descried, Our friend Sam Eaton, true and tried. This man has now quite wealthy grown, By wheeling smoke from zone to zone. Soon I did see a woeful sight! A man who chewed with strength and might; He sat upon a cracker box And ashes from a pipe he knocks. They say he does this day by day, And thus he wears his life away. His name I learned with some chagrin, Was Clarence Evers — pale and thin. And then I cried in accents wild — ' ' From our whole class, so meek and mild, Will no one go to foreign lands, That he may preach to ignorant bands! And lo! I ' heard a mighty voice Say — ' I will preach; let all rejoice. Then all was still, but I had heard George Hogan ' s voice send forth that word.

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26 THE McKENDREAN Then there was Tommie Brewbaker I saw him still in search for ' her ' Whom he should choose to be his wife To love ' him, cherish him thru life. A wonder now I will relate, ' Twas surely wrought by hand of fate; Tho strange it seems, believe it true — Mrs. Wiggins ' face came into view. I heard her singing wondrous grand, They say her voice has stirred the land. Miss Sarah Verla Giles, poor soul, A sorry part will be her role; An old, old maid she ' s doomed to be. Who loves her cat and drinks her tea. Presented next unto my sight, Was one who early took his flight Away from joys of single life, And took unto himself a wife. But there I saw him plowing com Until Old Gabriel blew his horn. Pray guess his name, it won ' t be hard — Tis Milton Hartman, our old pard. Upon a form I soon did gaze Which walked about, as in a daze. It wondered ' round in the debris, And sadly, wildly looked at m-e. Explosions there had been, you see, A total nervous wreck was he. With sorrow listen to his name, Poor Ivan Moorman, seeking fame.

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28 THE McKENDREAN