Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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22 THE COYOTE A NEXT YEAR SENIOR

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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.

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THE COYOTES 2 A class there was, and that a worthy class, That from the times that long ago have passed. Within her glorious golden liveries dight She foughOjfor all that ' s good and true and right. She neither shunned, nor feared the hostile band. But marched with dauntless tread within their land Where many winds her flaming banner flung. The prowess of her noble sons the bards have sung: Their deeds of brawn and brain — ah yes, and heart, For versed are they in the use of Cupid ' s art, The grace and beauty of her daughters fair Were not surpassed by Helen — that so rare. And when dark clouds of danger hovers near, They enter the fight with ne ' er a thot of fear. But come, oh music, if power to thee ascribed, Ares great enough to spread her glories wide. And sing aloud the praise of the Junior class- Tell fun and fact of every lad and lass. Yell: Rackety cax, co-ax, co-ax Rackety cax, co-ax, co-ax 1908, the quality ' s straight Sis-s-s-s. boom!! Ah-h-h-h.