Nebraska Wesleyan University - Plainsman Yearbook (Lincoln, NE)

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Deeply engraved in the hearf of the farmbelt, In a setting of prairie and sod. Are the small towns that nestle down close to the earth In the wide-open-spaces of Cod. With their little white churches where country folk prey And their main streets where country-folk meet. They hold what is best in the ways of the world. As they picture a life made complete. For strong is the handcasp of men of the soil, There ' s strength in the fields that they tiil. And bless ' d are the towns that grow on the sod In the strength of the Master ' s will. Minnie Klemme. Autumn, 1937 13

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PEN O THE PLAI NS INTO rill-; SUXSET On a rise of dislant prairie Kaciiiij westward with the sun, Stands in silent, lonely worship One alone, the ehiet ' lain ' s son. Knows that as the day is dyin;; So his race is dyins; ton: That in every fadin.n sunset Death awaits the morning di ' w X ' iews once more the rollini; prairie, Distant hills and endless plains, Huffalo herds already numbered H the riders of the range. Huntins grounds are thickly settled. Farm homes blossom on its sod, Prairie fires blaze no longer, . 11 must heed the white man ' s (jod. -Ml the trails are growing dimmer. Highways reach the prairies o ' er .Ml too soon a day is dawning When his west will be no more. When each dawning sunrise hastens. Passing days in quick ' ning pace, Till at last the fading twilight Closes o ' er a dying race. Minnie Ki.emme. ♦ ■ ♦ The world moves swiftl ' by on rushing feet ; The ring of footsteps echoes loud and clear. A hectic clamor swells from far and near . ' s living forces surge and draw and meet. A certain grimness hangs above the street Where speed is king, for all the world to cheer — And ever and again falls on the ear The madly pounding footsteps beat on beat I Oh, I would pause to listen if I could To children ' s laughter, crickets in the dark. The birds, the morning breezes, music, tears — Forget the rush and worry as I stood To listen for the things I love — but hark — The pounding of the footsteps in mv ears. •f Dei, MAR XUETZM.4N. TO . mi: 1.1 1 .MorSE Oh snug is the home of the field mouse ' .Neath a shock at the end of the field Till at last the hand of the farmer Claims its home as .1 part of his jield. ' I ' hen swift are the feet of the field mouse As it hurries its babes of the field To a home ' neath the shade of a fence post With a sunflower to serve as a shield. . nd there, while it i|uivers in terror Lest a heel descend on its head. It shelters the little gray field mice As a mother on guard o ' er a bed. Minnie Ki.emme. ■ ♦ ♦ A SONNET .Mas, to us a lesson was assigned Which seemed to me to be of little cause In this, a world .so greatly undermined Ily communistic, socialistic flaws. What use have we for sonnets soaring high With ornate language, solving nothing now, But giving solace to the spineless fry ? . nd so I pondered long on wrinklerl brow. Weighing Keats and Shelley with this land Chaotic now with labor, law and strife. Shelley appeared to me one night at hand .• nd helped me solve this problem in my life. These words were ungu:nt to my burning mind ; If winter comes, can spring be far behind? Betty Gi.ines. • ■ - Too long and too w;ll did I love you .• nd I had you too long. Why did you leave me with cup at my lip . nd red wine of life on my chin? Each drop that I drink now is hemlock And every small smile is a satyr ' s mad grin That beckons me onward to seek What I know is not there. For you, whom I loved more than life . re now gone and no longer care. Elizabeth. 12 Plainsman

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At Home, At School. by DELMAR Have you ever wondered how the professors keep that youth- ful twinkle in their eyes when, (lay after day, they have to lis- ten to moronic wisecracks from our campus wits? Here ' s the miracle in a nutshell— or maybe two nutshells. When Dean Talley wants to find relief from the worries of administration, he takes his trusty paddle and seeks the Y. M. C. A. room and a good pin -pong player. He guards his pinK-poni! paddle as a mother f;uarfls her f;ivorite child, and it has given long and faith- ful service. He also spends a great deal of time reading a magazine — The Parent ' s Maga- zine - - I Could drinking coffee be called a pastime? .A.t least there are no grounds for calling it so. But Professor Miller ' s half-milk, half-coffee, has irked the waiters and waitresses of a dozen dif- ferent states. Next to her coffee she likes to keep house best, bake cakes and tasty meat dishes in pyrex, and to arrange spur-of-the-moment parties at any outlandish time of the day or night. Mrs. Loder likes to bowl, ride horseback, and swim. Her aesthetic appreciation is highly developed and she enjoys organ music and violin, — candles and incense. Miss Klahn fits ino the speech department well, for she delights in picnics and impromptu parties. . direct- ress, she is, having directed In- dian children in creative work, civic theatres and even a circus! 14 Dean . labaster — now I ' m not going to say a word about his tombstone collection. — I mean his collection of epitaphs — pulls a mean trigger, that is to say, is a nimble nimrod with a taste for duck and pheasant. He also plays with bait and tackle- 1 He ' s finny that way! And that epitaph collection, which I wasn ' t going to say anything about, would slay you. PlAINSM.AN