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

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ever known. So strangely confused were the winds which beat upon us, appar- ently from every direction, that the poor sailors were utterly terrified and conf fused, none of us have known a more blessed relief than that which came when, as the storm rumbled off to the south, the half-drowned soldiers crawled back on deck and the watch sang out once more: Seven o'elock and all's well. Then there were days when some of the crew grew mutinous. Some of your microcosmological or sociological sharks that make these waters a horror. I tell you those are fearful things, when a man thinks of his diploma only a few months off. The most trembling moment of our lives-that 'is, of the lives of most of us, because there are among the crew some men who have seen even more terrible things-was the frightful hurricane that travelers call mid years. The rain of questions came down in sheets. Every man had to lie Hat on the deck, as the waves neat over us and the water swirled us about, until we lost all consciousness of Space or Time or Shakespeare. It takes a stout heart even to lookback upon the awful week we spent in this peril, when the voice of the watch was drowned in the groans of agony from the poor crew. The stout fellows would flush dark and draw stilettosg here would be a brisk clash of metal and a dozen wounded feelings would be carried off to the hold. Well, there are hot-blooded days, that come to every ship some time or other, and do no harm. But when pirates set upon us-as they did, demanding our pictures-in the Annual of our lives-we pitched upon them tooth and nail-though the weather was bad and the ship rolled heavily-and beat them soundly, while the watch kept calling out above the wind, All's well. So far as most of us are concerned, it has been a safe trip, though once or twice there has come the cry, that no sailor can hear without shudder, of man overboard -a fate that means imminent danger of being swallowed for good and all by one last storm, and yet the barometer indicates that such another hurricane even more terrible, perhaps, is even 'upon us. Heaven save us all, poor sailors. And may the cry come loud and clear: All's well that ends well above, a three Q31 ! 24

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The Class of 1906. Rieimnn I-l. l.oNG. .. LUCY J. WEs'1'LA1c1z LUCY J. H0l'IiINS .... l'lAROLD G. LAWRENCIQ B1z1z'rHA M. CARTER .. X'Vll,lllil.NllN.X tl. lllcnoic' Ill.X.... Officers ........1'rcsin1'f'11l . . .Vice President . . . . . .Sccrctairy. .............T7'l'l1S1lI'L'7' . . . . . . .Asst Treasurer C11. Ser. Com. ISf Sem. lJ.w1uF. NY12 .............. .... C 'l1i. Soc. Com.. elm' SCHI. JIQANIIQ H. MrxCMII.L.xN .... ..... C ffl. Class Pluy Com. HARRY H. Doisumc ....... ... .. ... Wu..i.m M S. COCHRAN . . . .C,'l1. Class Gift Com. . . .UL lZ11g'1'c1-r'1'11g Com. Faculty Members Prior. C. N. Coma Miss l. F. X1Voi.cro'rT Ricv. E. l. lloswmern lllifllf. XV. D. C.x1RNs lhmif, j. F. PECK - Colors Yale Blue and Gold. Yell Rickety ax! Hickety hix! Zip rah! lloom hix! Hi chi! Hi chix! Oberlin l Oberlin l Nineteen six! All's Well That Ends Well E have passed through some awful storms in the seasons that have passedg not a few of us shiver yet when we think of the frightful tempest of Soph- omore Englishg and how our ship, with many of the crew missing, ca1ne into port in june with her sides craeked, half disniasted, shreds of sail cloth Hap- ping sorrowfullyg and the crew still speak with terror of the wild days of Psychol- ogy and the dangerous sailing between the Scylla and Charybdis of Ethics and Philosophy, where more men than I like to think of went down into those yawning jaws. But wind-beaten and weather-worn as the old boat was, we realized at the beginning of the present year that our past adventures were as nothing in com- parison with the voyage now before us. W.hat Jack-tar of us all will ever forget that dark October night, when some of the crew went mad and sailed off shouting and singing, with grinning lanterns fixed to their mast-heads? Then followed some of the queerest weather we had 23 '

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The Underclassmen to the Seniors. A dizzy height the Seniors hold in any college towng Their eyes are old, their bearing bold, they wear a cap and gowng The faculty they hob-and-nob, and look with high disdain And pity at the vulgar mob who grovel at their fane. Of this our Seniors of O. C. a shining instance are- They know their paths to life are free, and each has bribed his star The turmoils of the college world sink like a childish tune, And in a fire-chariot whirled they sweep toward happy june. The paltry days of class-book scraps, the weary days of Mike, The mortar-caps, the class-room naps, are fleeted down the Pikeg And each has sat for T. J. Rice, and dined with Henry King 1- We tremble at their least advice and humble praises sing. We humbly sing the Seniors' praise, yet must insinuate One brutal modifying phrase, or e'er it he too late: Shades of life's prison-house begin to close . Around the growing boylig Yet he beholds the light and whence it flows, He sees it in its joy. The youth-t who daily farther from the East must travel, Still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid, is on his way attendedg At length the maui beholds it die away And fade into the light of common dayf, 'Academites. 'l-We. iYe, Two Gentlewomen of Vermillion. 25