Milton College - Fides Yearbook (Milton, WI)

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orewo rd U 'ICIJIT the first year book of Milton College was the task you set before us. Yet we have only been able to do this with your help. You, the faculty and stu- dents, the alumni and friends of Milton Col- lege. have aided us when you cheerfully and willingly volunteered either with your pen or by your subscription to make this book a success. IF 'l'Hli enjoyment you receive from read- ing' this book is as great as that we have had in preparing it for you our efforts shall not have been in vain. T IS our cherished hope that in years to come this annual will be the means of making happy days of those that might be sad, that it will recall again the wonderful hours we spent together in Chapel or class- room or wandering upon the campus. NVQ hope that it will only increase the love we hold in our hearts for our Beloved President and all the dear teachers who nobly serve our . Xlma Mater. --The Stahf. i Page 17 lcv

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H H O U U C C ffl C H t X N tin a hill that guards the village. ,I,-Sy the waving elms that gird it, Stands the college of our fathers, Dearest to our hearts, our college. ln the days when Indian warriors 'l'rod in nioeeasins the wood-paths, Came our ancestors before -us, Strong of frame with sturu ' dy purpose, Seeking knowledge as a lit lamp, l-lright to guide them through the darknessg lVhile her sons were dear, fair Milton Never turned away the maidens, Welcomed to her halls the maidens, Seeking knowledge as a fountain. .Ns a pure, thirst-quenching fountain: None are barred, though poor and needy: Milton ever helps her ehildreng Close within her arms she takes them, Grieving if too soon they leave her. liorsaking truth for some bright bubble, Leaving learning for the world's lure: She would have her sons and daughters Striving ever to he perfect, Striving hard. though small the gain he. So she guides them gently, wisely, Rules by love her sons and daughters. Asking that they follow duty, XValking in the ways of honor. Still they gather in the ehapel, Still in weekly prayer assemble, But our mother, wise and loving, Would not bind her sons and daughters, Leaves them free to their own worship, Trusting they are good and upright. Knowing that they will not fail her. Gertrude tjessler, '21, Page Thirteen