Muhlenberg College - Ciarla Yearbook (Allentown, PA)

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Third man fleader of a group of his fellowsj. Ladies' n1en, good lord, are we. Fools, sir, as thou dost see. Szf. Peler finterruptingj. Speak on I What do ye do? Third man. While ceaseless long our path we go, Hard pressed by a world of woe, Nothing e'er delights us so, As when from fair countenance, They do give their gentle glance, When at 'eve we take our ease, CFor we now do things to pleasej, Fortune us can never tease, VVhen, if with their fairy dance, They do give their gentle glance. When at night, we tune each string, And gently urge them to it sing, Life for us has lost its sting, When, as if in dreamy trance, They do give their gentle glance. Sl. Pcier finterruptingj. Fools, indeed, I do perceive Frorn me, now, admission seek, Nothing eler disgusts me so, As when with the crazy dance u They do give their gentle glance. Alphonse Slzimer fone of the fools, growing impatientl. Wilt turn the key for us, kind sir? SZ. Peler. From this gateway I'l1 not stir. Danced ye have through Lent, I know, Straightway to other worlds ye go. fExe1m1f foolsj. FOIl7'ffZ man Qleader of another groupj. St. Peter, sir, we're come to thee, Though a world of misery. We cared not for lustful embrace, But smoked, drank, bowled, and so did live, As great grief to thy heart to bring. Si. Peier. Your sins my heart do sorely tear, But for your penance, I forbear. Come in ! Fyfilz man Qleader of remaining groupj. Sunday-school teachers were we Busy, busy as the bee Q Seldom straying from the path ' We are come up here at last. Sl. Palma Come in, come in ! 20

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History of 1903. .99 at .3 INTRODUCTION. Cimfla Bomfri. Will a hist'ry once again By the morrow grace our den? We've been Waiting long enough For the gol-darned rotten stuff. His!0rz'a1z. Vain I'd write a history, That seem to me great mystery. If next Week is soon enough, I'll attempt another bluff. Board. What Wilt write tl1en, pray, instead? Fiction, poetry, history's dead. Hi5f01'ia1L. If to this you'll all agree, I'll attempt a prophecy. I Board and HZA5f07'iHH. We agree. IN MEDIAS RES. Part I. A Same. Entrance to heaven. St. Peter and attendant angel at gate. Class of I9o3 in the distance. Si. Pefev Qto angel J. XVhat means yonder must'ring throng 5 Coming toward this blessed home? Angel. In some, master, there's no wrong. From good school, nxethinlcs, they're come. Si. Peler fto first rnanl. Speak, mortal, fain we would hear What has brought thy footsteps here. Fiwfsi man Ctrembling noticeablyj. I am first 'mong these in name Behind in fame-'tis my shame g Base-ball was my forte on earth, I would play on better hearth. SZ. Pefer. VVith lying tongue art come here, I'll give cause enough for fear. Go from realms not made for thee, Seek thy sport on other lee. I1Exii BH7'7ldfJ. Second mzm Qstanding f1rmly.j St. Peter, thou me dost know well, I have studied to 'scape hell g Here's my Well-thumbed Butler, see, Here I have my Theology. St. Peiezf Cstepping asidej. Come in 1 19

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SPASM II. Scene. Entrance to hell. Diabolos and ministering spirits at opening chasm. Class of IQO3 at close distance. Diabolos Qto evil spiritj. Dost know ought of yonder throng? EzfilSpi1'i!. In truth, master, ev'ry one. They did seek thy doubtful cheer In thy dens, 'midst Allentown beer. Fz'1'.s'1f man Qspeaking for the whole 'bunch' Q. Dost have lodging for us here. Far removed from vain wor1d's fear? Diczbolos Qencouraginglyj. Chirping birds and humming bees, Roaming 'round among the trees, The whistling wind, the rippling brook- ,These will make your wanderings dear And cheer you in this quiet nook. Cheerful thoughts and cheering words, Flowing from fond friendship forth, The longing glance, the ling'ring look- These attend you, Wanderers, here, And make you soon forget text-books. Bunch Qin unisonj. Let us enter. Finis.. Creaking chains and rumbling doors, Fearful flashes, horrible roars, Burning steam, scorching floor, Scornful laugh-spas1n's o'er. 21