Michigan State University - Red Cedar Log Yearbook (East Lansing, MI)

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On these bright spring days we :don the mmitt and toss the bulleand so we always did. Baseball has given man y of us a ehanee to make a record. M. A. C. has always been more 01' less strong in this di- rection. The home plate has travelled a good deal, being located back in the seventies just north of Williams, then east to where the library stands, then north to Howard Terrace, thence westward to the drill ground. E! C! C Old Glory fioating in front of the Armory from the hundred foot stuff is to remind us that am English student spent in '82 a year on the tzmipus, and utter his return home sent the ash for this form of souvenir of his Visit. D D D The voice of the East Lansing school bell, if it were not so badly cracked, would still be calling us to our college duties. It is the original college bellethe one Which wuked the students of .57 to a five o'clock breakfzmt, Which sounded the alarm when the old dormitory tSaints ResU burned, and which reminded us of our daily round. It was frequently appealed to in moments of exhubemnee; it tolled the funeral of students and teacher; but finally it lost its voice on account of a se- vere and prolonged exposure tsome say the river bedi, and now it whispers to Fae- ulty kids and others: Come to school and prepare for college. D D :1 The elm shade walk on the north boundary ofthe ?zunpus was ordered planted by the State Board in August, '75, preparatory, I believe, to the advent 01' the fair Co-eds just twenty y ears later. E! D C! Opposi- tion to the college by many who should have b e e n it s f r i e n d s drove stud- e n t s a n d t e a e h e 1' s closer to- gether. tVe are still together on a common ground of fellowship-this is the spirit of M. A. C. tIOJ M. A, C. Rezimenf- I890 1881

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School Friendships EDITARD CHRISTIAN LINDEMANN, '11 5:: Long, long: ago I left thee, School of my care-free days; Of much hast thou bereft mo, Cold world with thy sterner ways. 0ft, 0ft in sunny dlumnland I romp the rolling green. And awake 111 the real land 0n scenes my dream hath not seen. Hard, hard waxes the battle, And dark often shadows the crown; Then through the ceaseless rattle Come songs 01 quaint college town. Blcst, blest the rugged school lifee Its memories that comfort so; And blessed be 0111' world strife Through Which the memories glow. Dear, dear to me, vale zmd dell, Thy every path and view, Elders, halls Where Wisdom fell, And deep friendships that I knew. Deep, deep I love those school friends- Teachers and workers-to-be. Their memory to me lends More strength my duty to see. Faint, faint, my elnssnmtes calling, And the campus crowds once more. Shadows of night are falling;r While we gather as of yore. Sweet, sweet is my life's ending; Mine is a blessing so rare; For school friendships m'e blending hVith His, and there is 110 care.