Northern Oklahoma College - Roundup Yearbook (Tonkawa, OK)

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An' when the tournament wuz . 1. . ,. fr - . at .f if 442 . Ji? Lover's Luck 'Twas on a dark and stormy night, sun and moon were shining bright. A two young innocents were standing there, ' The The And the wind was terrible full of air. The The young man said, just one more. fleecy white clouds floated calmly o'erg The But you see its time to be in bed.' maiden turned her shining head, As I have said but thrice before, The wind whistled by with an awful roarg and from out the low back door Came the old man with a two by four, Don't you think you'd better go , asked her father Well I think I had, rather, Said the young man as he hung his head, The old man smiled, and the maiden went to bed. Now listen to me, both great and small, If ever by chance at all, The night is dark and stormy and the wind is full of air, Don't ever stay till midnight, For the old man may be there. All fer Lou There ain't no tournaments no more' 0'91' 7 I Er nuthin' that I can do, Like them grand things in the days of yore Where I could fight fer Lou: To prove how much I love 'er Without jist tryin' to tell 'er I wisht they wuz, don't you? . . I wisht I could jist fight an' fight. If I could fight fer Lou, Makes no difference,wrong to right, Id fight an' win out tool That 'ud show how much I love 'er 'Th-out my havin' to tell 'er Cause I think she'd know, dont you? 1 Then I'd .hunt fer Lou, An' I'd kneel down on the floor Love ashinin' through My two eyes that gaze on her, An' I'd say it was fer her That I'd done it, Wouldn't you? But there ain't no sich things now, Where I canp1'OV jo LOU That I love her any how An' my love is true. But I can try to live a man, An' can tell 'er the best I can. Guess I'll do that, wouldn't you? Ruth Muskrat, '17

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77 f -- 1 4- V-1 . vw ..- .. W A4-44 no- . Wy may fo r a i 1 9 1 6 . - a a a .. Mis ra a t . . gs Class Will In the name of the Dictator, Amen. We, the senior class of the State School,being of Sound minds and POSSGSSUTQ' QVG1' Clear and accurate memories and knowing of the daU8'e1'S and Of the Unceftaility Of thif merry senior life, do write with our own hands Jr at our own direction, Our last will and Testament tho varied in its Scope to this effect: , First: We bequeath the use of our classrooms to the poor ignorant people who are beneath us in the scale of education. ,Secondz VVe give or bequeath to all candidates for grduation, ground floor rights to a life-like course in Physics relating' the laws of nature and in reality, causing one to see how insignificant he really be. Third: To the Juniors, we bequeath our record an inspiration by which they may become greater than otherwise. Fourth: To Walter G. Hopkins, we bequeath the Sum total of the unused part of an order of 503,617 candles, which were to be used after 11. 59 P. P. This lot consists of three unused candles and thirteen stubs which are partly used. Fifth: To our exemplary English teacher, Prof. E. A. Rippey, M. A,, we be- queath the sum total of 1113, 333, 769 lines of original poetry and 269, 817 three minute book reports, same to be sold at auction and proceeds to be used as a part of the biloptican fund. Sixth: To the Sophomores we bequeath the right to more or further victories of sports on the gym floor. ' Seventh: To the Freshmen of 1916-7, we bequeath the undivided lot of twenty six rubber collars, all of which except twenty five are in good condition, not to mention two torn out button holes. ' Eight: We bequeath to the Freshmen the undisputed right to all colors found upon the flagstaff or buildings, same to he left to fly in their relative positions for four years. Ninth: We bequeath the right to clip One lock of hair for memory's sake, from the corpses after we are dead. same to be kept forever free from harm. This is made in favor of our respective sweethearts. The above was witnessed by me 011 this the twentieth day of May, 1916 and I Say that it is only the wiry desires of members of the one great Senior class so help me Hopkins. Lynn Glover Notary Public until 4- '23 Re-arrangement of Will Whereas we the Senior class do add to this document of May, 21, 1916, the following codicila to our last will and eternal in its scope, testament. First: All ponies not mentioned heretofore be given to our successors. I Second: To our kind teacher, J. Rothenberger We leave the words au revoir. Third: We bequeath all rights of use of the campus and all money derived from use of same and sale of campus tickets to the Y. W. and Y. M. C, A, Fourth: We bequeath a large supply of chapel tickets to all cold blooded people W110 may chance to enroll in the school. The hot air may work wonders upon these unfortunates. Fifth: We bequeath to 1'0 d the sacred palladium of the class room. use Siith- Wce bequeath all rights to work at taxidei-my under a July sun to the boys oft hee trift club. 193 P f. Johnson, one book on original stories, same to be

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., . ., ...HE . . Simi: M, E-fist f - . : .fl Q get Jokes and Poetry Geometry Proposition- , Let X-Young man. Y--Young lady. Z-- Chaperon, To prove X X Y X -Misery. X X -Z -Bliss. ' Pig Proposition Given--1 pig, To prove--1 pig Proof--1 pig has has three tails. one tail. No pig has two tails. 1 pig has 1 more tail than no pig. Therefore 1 pig has three tails. Physics Problem- . . How long will it take Q. E. D. four red headed flies, wearing black glasses, to travel six times around the sugar bowl if the pressure is 74.09 cm. and it is 2 o'clock A. M Beulah T.-Writing on ether. Ether is a jelly like substance, that fills all space. Mr. Rippey-Miss Nelsie what are you laughing at? 2+ Nelsie-Dorothy has her poetry scanned antiseptic tetrameterf' From the night I hear callin' Tis a voice so soft and small, Like the tinklin' water fallin', Just a little smothered call: ' And my heart yearns just t0 HHSW913 For it has' a subtle charm, 'Tis the callin' of the Farm. In the morn with birds a singiny, Till it seems they'd Split 'Shelf th1'0atS1 I can hear a sound a 1'i1'1giH' Like the squealin' of the shoats: I can see- thedewdrops glisten, And it surely can't do harm If I pause a while to listen To the callin' of the Farm. When the sun is high at noonday, Comes an echo through the trees, 'Cross furrowted land and meadow hay It is wafted on the breeze. While I study at my lessons Comes the call with its charm And it bids me stop and listen To the callin' of the Farm. With the evenin' shadows fallin' And the night birds everywhere, I can hear that same old callin' In a voice so sweet and clear, Though I've work that here may need me I cannot withstand the charm, I must answer-do not blame me- 'Tis the callin of the Farm. Ruth Muskrat, '17 195