Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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26 THE COYOTE Not long ago, where the Loup its way has worn At ' Riverside Ranch ' a little maid was born. As years rolled by, Miss Haskell yearned to know Where quickest would her many talents grow, So turned her steps to our fair institution. Why she likes mathematics so well, a solution Too easily found, she ' s the only girl in the class. But her virtues are so many this fault can pass. A Willard : Y. W. ; Bible Study she spreads. She expects to live on one of Montana ' s homesteads. A gentle zephyr from out the ' Golden West, With kind consideration, did molest Miss Berger, and carried her to oui- fair gate. She thought it best to share the Junior fate When she had spent two years with the Nor- malites. Finds in the chemical labs, her delights. And all spare hours as a temperance advo- cate, She spends at the legislature of our state. As chief ambitions are so very high Not yet has she the where with all to buy. The Johnsons are as common as the air, But R. K. Johnsons you will find most rare. There is no height of fortune or of fame To which this ardent youth w ould not attain. With every college work he ' s sympathetic Both intellectual and athletic, And a zealous devotee of ' green and white. ' Of the Oro ' s gold he had the oversight. Loving the girls is his present avocation. While chivalry is his chosen occupation. When first our class had doned her yellow rags She gave H. Whitehorn all her money bags. This lad, ' tis strange to say, loves ancient love, And feeds his soul on Calculuo. galore. He writes by heart the tale of Troy ' s sad fall And tells at sight the diameter of ab all. And thus possessed of Wisdom ' s richest charms. He ' ll settle down on some Nebraska farm To fit himself for this, his chosen trade He ' ll spends some years in Oxford ' s classic shades.

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THE COYOTE 25 Born sometime in the eighties, in Illinois And came to us not because, but in spite of the boys, Such, we judge, may be spoken of Ethel Newell The guardian of the Willards ' gold and jewels. She likes to rest, but better yet to walk. When the moon is bright, and a friend is at her side to talk. The nature of her future work depends— Well— depends on what the fates may send. She wants to travel o ' er the sea and moun- tain height And end her days in the wealth of rich Klondike. The Junior class is proud of her eloquent son O ' er Sophomore and Seniors Worthley won, And all the schools within the state he bested When oratorical honors were contested. His highest thought is to live a happy life And so he went and married him a wife, ' ' For if myfuture address is Heav ' n, ' ' said he, ' T must enter heaven on earth you see. Each week behind the sacred desk he stands To prepare himself for preaching in foreign lands. From far New England ' s grand and lofty hills. Where every heart with love of freedom thrills Came ever smiling Bertha Wimberley— A subject so great, we must not handle lightly. She ' s glad to call herself a Theo true ; Takes heavy work in college and normal too. She just as well might try to reach the moon As try to be good while in Miss Tugle ' s room. If in the future you would Bertha see. Just seek for her in Washington, D. C. Anticipation justly looks afar Reserving the highest seat at Justice ' s bar, For Maxwell Beghtol ' s power and intellect The Everetts perceived his skill and did select Him as their president. As Sergeant of Arms He guards our class from any threatening harms. The greatest work of art that he has seen Is a certain charming lady, we would ween. He ' s had the chance to ply his legal ait In trying to move the faculty ' s cold heart.

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THE COYOTE 27 Miss Edyth Harris ! how weak art thou my pen To land this maid, who breaks the hearts of men ! The average being she is far above ; She revels in beauty, also art and — A perfect, slender form ; a pretty wrist ; Somewhat above sixteen, but never — Two fondest hopes are of her heart most dear •— Of ' stars ' in the realm of expression to be the peer, And (she ' s glad to explain the second as best she can) In the club of suicides to win a man. ' Twas from the grand old state of William Penn — The state of coal and oil, gas and men— A score of years ago came Howard Kline, Whene ' er a Latin noun he must decline. Or Greek verb conjugate, it is no woe To him : his constant friend is Cicero. He looks adown life ' s path, and has his eye On the chair of Latin, Harvard Uni With morals high, and talents not a few, He ' s well equipped his life work to pursue. The Hoosier state produced our Clinton Collett A prodigy indeed— a second LaFollette. To be a lawyer is his fondest hope To gain this end with anything he ' ll cope. From stormy, cow-boy life out West he ' s weaned. And here, he ' s found to be a Coffee fiend. He s business boss of the Junior staff. Of ' ' The Wesleyan he s business half. The scribes of the Theos, and Y. M. C. A. He hopes to be President some sweet day. Bertha Behle — born was this gentle maid The year that Wesleyan ' s corner stone was laid. She takes a musical course with variations— But we are told ' tis largely variations — And thus prepares to be an ' acompanyist ' But w hom she ' ll accompany ' obscurum est. ' Y. W. girls entrust their funds to Bertha, Also to Theophania, she ' s worth a Good deal to make things go. Her heart invites, And her hand e ' er works to further ' Woman ' s rights. '