Oberlin College - Hi-O-Hi Yearbook (Oberlin, OH)

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THE GOOD OLD OBERLIN This is the sorrowful story Told by our Madame J., When she talks with her old-time cronies Of the Oberlin of today. 't There go a man and a maiden Together as sure as you liveg Not a sign of rain in the heavens! What earthly excuse can they give? Sundays, can you believe it? The girls go wherever they please, Not a single chaperon near them As they stroll off by twos and by threes. If, oh appalling idea, A man had invaded their nook, They' turned their backs straightway upon him, Dared not to speak nor to look. Now, in the old times, the good times, If they wished to stir out of the door, They went to the grove after dinner To come back precisely at four. For to speak to a man on a Sunday Is a deed as distressing and dire, CI know you'll agree when I say itj As walking with one after choir. Free from all rules are the home girls, 'Tis thc worst thing that yet has been done, For can mothers control their own children As well as a dean who has none ? 15 This is the sorrowful story Told by our Madame J., ' As she talks with her old time cronies Of the Oberlin of today.

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preacher, liberal, eloquent, devotedg the ardent champion of great causes, the superb organizer, the captivating lecturer and writer. Those who knew him remember, per- haps first of all, his marvelous personal power, his quick, appreciative sympathy, the grace and charm of all that he did and was, his unsurpassed gift of making himself beloved. All this and much more might be said. Much of it is far too intimate and sacred to be said. But as members of an institution of learning and the liberal arts of which he was the head, we may properly think of his eager and unfailing interest in all that is humanly lovely and of good report, in all the noble activities that vivify, enrich, intensify, the common life of men. It was characteristic that in his address at the funeral services of President Fairchild, his mind dwelt almost exclusively upon the momentous events that President Fairchild had witnessed, of the wealth of life that his eighty years had seen. President Barrows' half-century, too, was a stirring time-as momentous, doubtless, as the age of St.,Philip-and we may be sure that he rejoiced not only to live in such a time, but also to reflect that he was contributing his force towards the solution of the great problems of his day. This bent of his own mind could hardly fail to influence his ambition for the college over which he presided, and in which he earnestly believed. He desired that Oberlin should continue to be, as it has long been, in vital connection with the life of the country, that it should make citizens rather than scholars, that its sons and daughters should exclude themselves from no beneficent activity and no humane enjoyment, that their spirits should be exalted and their lives enriched by whatever enriches and exalts the spirit of man--and this in the interests ofthe life of service, for which, as sons and daughters of Oberlin, they have been trained. He might have echoed the beautiful words of Bernard of Clairvaux: Smit namquc qui scirc 'volunt co fine tantum, ut .vvimzt,' ct turpis curiositas csl. Et sunt qui scirc volunt ut sciantur' ipsi,' ct turpis 'Ucmilas esl. Ersuut item qui scire volunt, ut scicntiam .mam vcnda1it,' 'verbi causa, pro fwcmzia, pro l1ouorilm.r,' ctlurpis quac.rtu.v est. Sed sunt quoque qui scire volunt, ut aedificcn-t,' at clzaritcu est. Et item qui scirc volunt, ut acdificcntur, ut prudcntia ml. lt was not granted to him, as to some of his predecessors, to see the effect upon the college of a long presidency, but loyal and loving hearts will rejoice to perpetuate his influence and to aid in the realization of his ideal. One thinks of lllIld.S0l'l1ClZll11CS4ZlS of Tennyson's Ulysses-an eager, though-not a restless spirit, rich with the gifts of experience, yet still drawn on by gleams of that untravelled world, whose margin fades forever and forever. Life in all its fulness was not' too large for his eager spirit here, and into the fulness of lifeawe believe that he has entered. ' C. H. A. WAGER. 14

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There once was a doctor named Luce, Who always was wont to refuse To her classes to go Without sixty or so Of l-oolfs which she never could use. Professor Bosworth's strong right hand Is wont to rule with mild command The theologs of Scoundrcl hall, Married and single, great and small. i Professor Caslccy's running a farm, If he does no good he'll do no harm. Perhaps he'll start some private schools For lads he's fired for smashing rules. O'er frivolous Con girls pomped and gay, One, Mrs. Woodford has the say, And when they act a bit untoward She sends them to the bpinsters' Board. Prof. Morrison is a witty wight. List these words from his tactful tongue: My wife like a Madonna looked tonight, Like a Prima Donna has sung.