Missouri Valley College - Sabiduria Yearbook (Marshall, MO)

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THE SABIDURIA .QQITQNT fr S . lk 4, -D grill ' ffl 1 W A viE', : 'Q as ll l ff XQX .l xw i ll ggi 5, 'fury DICTEEZ' I S: it i 9 ,3 5 Yxcxulsv 9. lv aw I , -T-A. I i F? '- Q og X-1 hrx Motto- Sieh vorwiirts und nicht hinter dichn Colors-Crimson and Black ARTHUR DOWNS . . . President FRANCIS F. HAWLEY . . Vice-President GEORGIA DYSART . . . Secretary-Treasurer The Junior Class History A mountain towered before us. Many had traversed its winding paths. Some had ascended even to its summit, receiving as their reward of faithfulness and diligence that coveted prize -- the cap and gown. Some were nearing the summit, while others were well on the way. Such was the inspiring scene which we witnessed that splendid Sep- tember morning in the year l905 when, we, as a Freshman class of twenty-two members began our journey over the Curriculum Mountain of M. V. C. Equipped with our Livy books under one arm and our Platos under the other, and such other essentials as these verdant creatures need, we soon found our guide who' would lead us through the theory of whether virtue can be taught. It was here that Mr. Hawley ran amiss and our guide was compelled to have him retrace his steps by way of the Valley of Con, Wandering about as he did in our blindness, Percy, in the heat of his passion, declared that virtue could not be taught him. It is not in nature to be stagnant, so we soon hurried on to the pleasant scenes where Horace drank his wine and revelled in the company of his gentle friend Maecenas. In our journeying along from ode to ode we were confronted by a pony, the hair of whose tail our guide requested Boone to pull. This he tried but in vain. Then Alice and Mr. lVIcCurry tried and failedg but Mr. Downs being 24

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A. B. Houxonian lTHE SABIDURlA BGURNE. MITCHELL Marshall, Mo. Slim.f' As my writing cools it becomes illegible even to myself. ' BERTHA SMITH A. B. Pearsonian Marshall, lVlo. Smile ancl the world smiles with you. Qtuiiege Seninw e A ' f-f Y J 4 K Ark vi 23

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THE SABIDURIA better acquainted with the animal and not afraid to pull, soon extracted every hair with precision, much to the gratification of our worthy leader. We were nearing the end of our first years journey when, by chance one day we met a man whom we recognized as a regular guide just returning from over the Mountain whither he had taken a party of explorers. After he had explained to us the wonders of the transit and other surveying apparatus we besought him to take us over. To our sur- prise he declared firmly that he could take only those who would be willing to go over the hill of No Spark and those certifying that hitherto that they had travelled no other way. Four only were eligible, not having bowed the knee to Cupid. Accordingly Agnes, Erdice and Nell, accompanied by Mr. Ryland, the citadel of whose heart had never been be- sieged, went forth to survey the lonely hill. It is impossible to recount in full our journey, including every feature of our course. and to mention every guide. So trusting that a partial report will suffice, we will take you with us through our second year. Being introduced to a very pleasing new guide, and informed by him that he would lead us by way of that new made grave of Lord Kelvin, if we would pardon him, we soon found ourselves picking a ragged way up the hill of knowledge, stopping here and there to discuss its formation. It was not long till we were put under the care of another who would direct our forward journey. With this particular guide we made our first night march, with the ultimate aim of procuring specimens that are necessary for our ascending of the hill of knowledge. The sun had sunk behind its western horizon when three of our number departed a little while from the multitude to prey, but not after the manner of our Great Example, as you might think, for when they returned each carried under his coat the spoils of his expedition, Mr. McCorkle and Mr. Johnson had fortunately fallen upon some members of the domesticated feline family which they determined to offer up as a sacrifice to science, but when Eddie came he threw himself, prey and all, down to rest, declaring that that was too much like work to suit him. Mr. Peterson had had a similar feeling in the matter and not having put forth his most heroic effort, felt the burden weigh heavily on his rusty-crowned head when our good leader resorted to drastic measures to arouse him from his lethargy. Many and diverse were the paths we travelled, all only branches of the great path which leads finally to the summit, only branches- yet one of these leads to the little stream Pedagogy, where Mr. Fray, Mr. Orr, and Miss Hudson, chancing so stroll along the banks were turned aside by the filthy lucer glittering along its course. This stream is only a by-path, however, and, by extreme effort they hope to overtake us. Our second year was drawing to a close and we were feeling that our toil had not been in vain--Sophs generally feel that way. Once, while we were resting from our arduous labors, Mr. Willingham won for himself additional glory by climbing to the very pinnacle of the highest peak, and hazardous though it was, he placed our flag higher than any other class, our flag the symbol of all that is noble and great and illustrous. Our space is so limited that we must eliminate further discussion of our merits. But who could believe that this precocious boy could accomplish such deeds of valor receiving only a few slight wounds, for which Miss Rodgers did so easily prescribe, since she has proclivities toward that pro- fession, and Georgia, much given to tenderness, bound up his wounds in such a way that he was soon as well as ever. Thus our third year is a glorious one in our history. New paths we tread, new guides we follow, halting ocassionally in our search after hidden truths to gaze upon the production which come forth when Miss Whitehead but touches the pen. None can fathom her genius. It must be 'Art for Art's sake', but Mr. Moreland suggests that he delights in it for Ola's sake. Thus we press on to the close of our third year, looking to beyond to that coveted goal when we all shall be adorned with' the paraphernalia of College Seniors, -if we unk not. MAUDE PARRETT-MCCURRY. 25