Monmouth College - Ravelings Yearbook (Monmouth, IL)

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CTT H, you ask what they can do, IA Who are members of naught J J- and two. Listen, ye classmen, who know Of wonderful deeds of long ago, And to this you must consent : That we have no precedent ; Our class is larg ' e, but true, And wears the colors white and blue. Sixty names complete our list, Others as such do not exist. Our girls in number are five fives, Who cheer the soul and glad the eyes. No wonder that many with anxiety Seek the bliss of our girls ' society; He, who on these has fixed his affec- tion, Says they are genuine perfection. We excel in amusements athletic, And live in a manner aesthetic ; So because of our sublimity, Our memory will reach to infinity. Consider that game of basket-ball : When excited were the hearts of all, Whan in Y. M. C. A. the maidens did meet And crushing was the Seniors ' defeat. Consider now the game not so tender, Played by the masculine gender, Which is generally called foot-ball, And in which you are sure to fall. Great was the contest of strength, Which lasted to great length, When Sophs, met Freshes on the field, And neither side would yield. Prom the event of the twenty-second All thing ' s hereafter must be reck- oned. Honored was Washington, brave and true, Bv the class of Nineteen Hundred Two; Sure no one can deem us disloyal, For we held a banquet in a manner royal. Tho ' others were deeply interested, Yet we held it unmolested. This feast, students Sophomoric Attempt to describe as metaphoric. Unlike Freshmen, who publish facts Of the Sophs social and their acts, The Sophs rise early, their bills to circulate, Which Freshmen quickly appropri- ate. Then the Sophs very nearly swore : Because of bills they had no more. The Soph fastens his flag to a rafter, Seemingly too dangerous to go after; Thus he imagines himself supreme, But it was only a fleeting dream, For soon it to the flames was given, And skyward the sparks were driven, Watched by many on the campus. Where conquered were the Sophs by us. You ask: do we try to be romantic ? Ah, no — nor are we pedantic. We always g ' et our lessons right. For this is our chief delig ' ht. Upward our fame continues to rise, And soon shall reach the azure skies. Three more years the white and the blue, Then to Alma Mater a warm adieu. 25

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0 . President : Wikt Wiley. COLOKS : Crimson and Black. Motto : Viarn inveniam aut f aciain. y j H, for words to tell of our deeds of valor ! We are the class of M-4 jfc ' 01 — the invincible, unequaled ' 01. We stand forth as monu- I I 1 ments of greatness, and the other classes are as toothpicks CjI beside us. You say we are boasting? Why, you make a grievous mistake. Is it boasting- to speak of deeds, good deeds well done? Oh, ye gods! Tell me, ye who were witnesses of our noble fight on Feb. 24, did we run? No, far from it. The other fellows ran. In that fight we battled for right ag-ainst might, and right prevailed. Yes, we emerged from the smoke of that terrible conflict wounded and scarred, but victorious. We possess to a marked degree the same spirit that char- acterized our Greek ancestors at old ThermopylEe. Ever since our victory we have been spoken to with deference by the faculty, and as a mark of respect, they consented, upon earnest solicitation, to give to some of our loyal classmates a vacation and letters of good conduct. In athletics, who can claim superiority to ' 01? Did we not win more points in the inter-class field day than all the other classes put tog ' ether? Did I hear a Freshman mention foot-ball? Perhaps not. Maybe he was only wishing that he had not been so ready to challenge us to a combat on the gridiron. But 1901 has something more serious to think of than the joys of ath- letic victories. We must keep a parental eye on the young and unsophis- ticated Freshman, for whose welfare, despite on their part the many vigorous protestations and asservations of a complete adolescence, we yet retain a parental solicitude that the Freshies may learn to walk and talk correctly. All too soon will come the time when we must bid these dear old col- lege halls a sad farewell. Then, standing on the threshold of a new life, with all its stern realities, and looking down through the vista of years, we see a brilliant future stretching out for us, the eminent divine, the illustrious lawyer, the far-seeing statesman filling the halls of Congress with his burning eloquence — all will have their representatives in the pres- ent class of Sophs. Soon the world ' s history will be ours, and, in succeed- ing ages, the corridors of time shall echo and re-echo to the praise of the. class of 1901.

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SchoE r t™ Lowef WofH. President: Colors: URING the past year the Preparatory Department of the College has seemed to all observers to be rather lifeless ; indeed it has been slightly minus in more respects than as to president and colors only. But there is method in our madness and we can assure our well- wishers that in this same apparent lethargy a motive lies. We are only gathering energy for next year, when we will appear in the radiant glory of the class of 1903. There is every prospect for a brilliant history before us ; and that we may be able to know how to rightly conduct ourselves when we have grad- uated from Prepdom, we have loaned several of our number to the present Freshman class, but we hope to reclaim them next year. We also hope that they will be profited by their experience of the past year. But sometimes, in spite of all our encouragement, when we look upon the reverend Senior, and realize to what heights we will have to climb, the thought overcomes us and in our despair we exclaim: O! what are the prizes we perish to win, To the first little shiner we caught with a pin? No soil upon earth is so dear to our eyes, As the soil we first stirred in terrestrial pies. Nellie Davidson.