Millersville University - Touchstone Yearbook (Millersville, PA)

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CLASS POEM. 13 All things base, ignoble, spurning. Hearts afire with noble yearning, Using life, and thereby earning More of life. xv. Let us banish care and sighing, Take the years before us lying, Use each fleet-winged moment flying, Pluck life’s roses ere their dying, Hear God’s voice in nature crying, Fully live. XVI. Welcome, life! Thou art the dearer As we see thy meaning clearer, Live to man and God the nearer, Seeing in all nature clearer God’s love, than in crystal mirror We see self. XVII. Swing then, flowers, censers holy, Ring your bells, ring fast, ring slowly; Bring your garlands rich and lowly; Who for right do battle solely, Conquering self in conflict, wholly Conquer all. XVIII. And the Father, never sleeping, O’er His own His love-watch keeping, Even when the stars are peeping From the heavens and earth seems sleeping Has us in His holy keeping Evermore. Jessie E. Schindle, Ex-’03.

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12 THE HAMMER. These our lives—in each there may be Germs of good which thou and God see Hidden there. x. Bluest skies are o'er us bending, Earth and sky arc meeting, blending, Each to each its beauty lending; Incense sweet from earth’s ascending— Life, so rich, to thee we’re sending Greetings fair. XI. We would live each moment wholly; Live it proudly, live it lowly, Live it richly, live it solely With the purpose high and holy In each action, great or lowly, To do right. XII. Fare thee well! Dear halls of learning! Oh! Our hearts to-day are yearning For the days no more returning; In our eyes the tears are burning, And our feet are almost turning Back to thee. XIII. Though the old life we are leaving, Fuller, better, we’re receiving. Breezes soft are round us breathing; Fragile vines great trees are wreathing. We will enter life believing It is good. XIV. We will cease our backward turning, In life's school new duties learning,

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Class History. WILLIS W. HACKMAN, S THE new century was heralded in amidst the clamorous din of myriad trumpet blasts, and the hoarse, thundering plaudits of countless multitudes, while the world paused in ecstatic awe among the turmoil of gigantic enterprises and the curbing of Titanic forces, a new standard dedicated to the interests of education and higher thought suddenly burst out upon the startled world from out the chaos of the race's making. And ’round its daring motto stood gathered a valiant little hero band, pioneers of higher education. Little did the world dream of the vast possibilities, the limitless potentialities, the endless resources of that Spartan band—a band within whose ranks breathe such sterling characters and noble souls as Herbert Spencer, the massive-brained; Grover Cleveland, the unquenchable; Sheaffer and Horace Mann, the untiring champions of noble ideals and higher standards of education. To its inspiring folds flocked the great, the noble, the divine Augustus of “the golden crest, still outbreaking the sacred odors of Lebanon’s cedars. Need more be said? Well could the shades of Czesar, Cicero and Virgil groan aloud in fear and envy, and gnash their teeth at sight of us, and the ghosts of Jonson, Shakespeare, and all the proudest ranks of Queen Elizabeth’s intellectual giants, with one last agonizing wail turn over and die the ignoble deaths of broken-hearted, man-forsaken spirits. Soon massive-browed professors were seen to pace about with pensive, downcast eyes and care-furrowed brows; strange rumors floated about upon the tide of common report; a powerful organization, that gave promise of vast intellectual achievements, and destined to strain severely the mighty intellects of our faculty. Month after month rolled by, each more pregnant of the future than the last. It is needless to relate in detail our first meeting with the State Hoard. I shall but