Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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THE COYOTE Lorn Etta Newell, Willard. She is one of those rare persons, who are really, awfully busy. Her sister carries her books while she makes history for the entire family. Her originality is only surpassed by her happy smile and personal charm. She makes herself conspicuous by arriving late or cutting classes ; ' ' nevertheless she wins the confidence of her instructors by an unexpected, But, professor don t you think? ' — and all is well. Sociology is her stronghold ; pushing recep- tions, carnivals, committees, athletics and other important things her continual pleas- ure ; doing things her hobby. Future and possibilities unknown.

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THE COYOTE 19 Blanche McClain Coffee. She is not quite a Cheyenne girl, but she comes from the canyon and prairie country of Northwest Nebraska. A child of the old Southern aristoc- racy, but not very old herself. She was our Junior president, and a dandy too. Very dignified and distinguished-looking— especi- ally when riding in a chariot, making a dummy, or wearing a yellow cap, she sup- ports the dignity of the class before the fac- ulty. Doesn ' t think it right we shouldn ' t be allowed to be as mean as w e please, but really doesn ' t please to be mean, if we can. She is a loyal member and president of the Theo. Oliver H. Langdon, Everett They say he is Irish, but he didn ' t come from the ' ' auld sod, so w e think this must be a mis- take. Would rather come to blows than receive one. Was never known to give but one in his life-St Patrick ' s Day, 1905. Mr Langdon is an M. E. preacher, past, present, and future, and is devout, energetic, and conscientious in his work. He allows noth- ing to interfere with his pastoral calls— not even an important Senior meeting. It seems a trifle queer— He has never found but one needy parishioner — a ' ' Village Sm ith ( y ) . Ethel Briggle, like the sunflower, is a pro- duct of the plains of Western Nebraska. Her pedigree is a mixture of the sentimental French the sturdy Dutch and the brave Scotch. She exhibits these characteristics m a most enviable proportion. She affil- iates with the Willards, of which society she has been president. She also holds the same oflice in the Y. W. C. A. The only instance of misconduct charged to her, is that she once leaped upon the furniture during Y. W. Cabinet meeting at the unannounced advent of an innocent and no less frightened mouse. Her hobby is Woman ' s Rights. Clyde Elbert Garner. Spent his early life on a farm neRr Minden, Nebraska. Has had experience not only in raising wheat and corn, but also in raising a moustache. Holds down one end of the choir of the home church. Does not place his ambitions too high, but hopes to be worth (y of ) a nickle (Nichol) some day. Has been in N. W. U. for the past four years with the exception of the first semester of his Junior year, which time he spent in obtaining experience along the line of school teaching.

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THE COYOTE ALMA MATER In the evening of a college life Our thoughts are far from gay : Tomorrow who will fill these halls Where we are found today? And mingled with each pleasure There comes a touch of pain ; For us the sun is sinking Into the mist and rain. The days we ' ve passed together Will ne ' er forgotten be, The friendships we have cherished Will be sunbeams on the sea, For soon we ' ll sail the sea of life. Our hands will guide the bark : That harbor which we hope to reach Lies somewhere in the dark. Our innerself while on that voyage Will often time forget ; With eyes of thought we ' ll see again The halls where oft we ' ve met: The faces of our classmates, Our friends, professors, all ; — We ' ll mingle with the merry crowd In the grand reception hall. And thus our dreams flit past us. Some sad and many gay. But they unite to shine with light Upon the college day, And when with toil we ' re weary, And long for home and rest ; Dear memory, kind, will cheer our mind With thoughts of friendship blest. ' Twill aid us in the darkness. Battling with wind and wave. Twill aid us in that crisis When only friends can save, And tho we leave forever Old Wesleyan ' s college halls — Some memory sweet we ' ll oft repeat Wherever duty calls. Farewell, my Alma Mater, To thee I ' ll often turn ; Within thy walls more truths are locked Than man from books may learn ! Farewell, my Alma Mater, No, deep within my heart For Wesleyan, fair, forever there. One shrine is set apart ! — R. A. Gortner, ' 07.