Ohio Northern University - Northern Yearbook (Ada, OH)

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John J. Wade, A. E. Scotch Plains, N. J. Dickinson (Pa.) Preparatory School Centenary Collegiate Institute, N. J. Philo Literary Society Y. M. C. A. Says his nicknames arc “Myrtle, “Plato”, “Doc and “Nora”. Take your choice. Thornburg, B. sc Sew Vienna, Philo Literary Society Y. M. C. A. What is the object in keeping a steady new ones are so easily gotten?”

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Gladys R. White, B. S., Grad. Eng. Ada, Ohio Ada High School Member Adelphian Literary Society Winner first prize Adelphian Oratorical Contest, 1911. Xu, it is not the Perry that discovered the Xorth Pole. M. J. Vrzal, B. S. (Jerry) Chicago, ATA Ill. ©A Track Team, 1909 Member Franklin Literary Society . Jerry is easy going but goes too much. Eugene A. Turner, Grad. Eng. Ada. Ohio Ada High School Adelphian Literary Society O. X. U. Basket Ball team 1911. “Jean” can look zvise just like a doctor. Look at those big eyes.

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THE DEAR LATIN PONY B v Pokticus Equus Parvus. (Dedicated to Professor Henry Whitworth, i How desr to my heart are the stories of Caesar, When fond recollection presents them to view! The Belgae. the Britons, the fierce |iiitani. And other strange tribes that my college days knew ! The Lake of Lemannus, the mount that stood by it. The bridge, and the ground where the soldiers have bled. The river Axona, the city just nigh it. And e’en the dear pony, we kept in the shed — The dear Latin pony, that swift, Latin pony. That much-ridden ponv we kept in the shed. That much-ridden pony, T hailed as a treasure. For often, at night, when returned from tlie school, I found him the source of an exquisite pleasure. When adverbs and nouns wouldn ' t all fit the rule. How ardent I rode him! My eyes, they were glowing.. (My knowledge of Latin within me was dead). Then soon, with translations of words overflowing. And foaming with Latin, was placed in the shed— The dear Latin pony, that swift Latin pony. That much-ridden pony was placed in the shed. How oft to the stable I wandered to see him! For miles I would ride thru the sleet and the rain : Sot e’en a professor could tempt me to leave him. How fragrant he was to my heart and my brain! But now, far removed from the temples of knowledge. With longings and wishes, T bow my sad head. My fancy reverts to the days of the college. And sighs for the pony we kept in the shed— The dear Latin pony, that swift Latin pony. That much-ridden pony, we kept in the shed. — Bernhard Ragner.