Oklahoma Presbyterian College - Ithanna Yearbook (Durant, OK)

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They told her not to worry Or sit up late to cram, Or have a sense of hurry In Writing her exam. And so- She did not Worry, Or sit up late to cram, Or have a sense of hurry, And she flunked on her exam. Senior translating- Cur timet flavum Tiberim tan- gere?-Why do you fear to dance the tango on the Tiber? HTell a peculiarity of all neuter nounsfi Bright student.- They are masculine. Have you heard the latest news? UNO, haven't seen Marye Hedges yet. Bessie Kate Creading Julius Caesarl-6'Doth not Brutus bootless kneel? Miss Osehman-'6What does bootless mean ? Bessie Kate- Pulled off his shoes. In chemistry- When hydrogen and oxygen combine they form a combination. 110

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7 mfeinell, We came to this College four long years ago, CAnd all the world knows that all Freshman are greenl, Our chief aim in life, a diploma to showg Degrees were so great, to our poor seventeen, We took some hard knocks, but the Freshies may know We're through with the lessons that troubled us so. The next year, as Sophs, we returned in our pride, New wisdom, new folly, some work, and more play, We found, with no classes above to derideg Alas! all too swiftly the years sped away. Of course there were troubles, but, Sophomores, know We're through with the Latin that bothered us so. More sober we grew, when as Juniors found Hard work was the fate that we could not evade. Still, fun was not banished, and all the year round We worked, but no harder, I fear, than we played. Oh, Juniors, take heed, that you surely may know We're through with the problems that worried us so. As dignified Seniors Qthat's rather a jokej, We're reaching at length the fair goal of the past. It's not the bright star we so proudly bespoke, Yet we are content with the gaining at last. The days will soonpass, and the Seniors will know We're through with the studies that tried us all so. Some fell by the way, some new faces we seeg Nine of us are waiting Commencement's glad hours, A field in the world for each girl there will be, A harvest for each,--V-whether nettles or flowers. Then we will be glad for our training, we know, Full thanks to the College that helped us all so. Farewell to our teachers, our classmates, our friends, Farewell to the memories, pleasant and dear. Old ties must be broken: new aims and new ends Are urging us forward: hope's star is still clear. We love you far more than we ever did know. Farewell, our dear College, that troubled us so. -Do1zo'rHY WHITNIEY, '14 1 l 1

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