Olivet College - Oaks Yearbook (Olivet, MI)

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THE PREPAR, my THE PREPARATORY DEPARTMENT. The Preparatory Department of Qlivet College, after an existence of many years, will soon be but a tradition. This is by no means to be called a failureg the department is outgrown. When it was founded, there were many students who needed thie preparation there. Since then the public schools of the State have been growing until the place once filled by the Preparatory Department is now occupied, by the well-equipped high schools, which are open to every one desiring an education. Therefore the authorities have deemed' it best to discontinue the department, begin- ning with this year. The class that entered this year will be given oppor- tunity to graduate, and for their benefit, full work will be possible under the usual instructors for three years, but during that time no new class will be admitted, and in IQIO the whole department will be abandoned. In the meantime, this branchi of the college is very much alive, and shows a determination tomake the most of what life remains to it. In scholarship, in athletics and in all phases of Olivet life, its members hold their own, and lay a foundation for their college course that makes them tlze leaders among their fellow-students.

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HONOR TO WHOM HONOR IS DUE The Freshman class appears to us XVith blush and bashful smirk, They gaze about awhile in awe, And then begin to Work. Vwlith Scipio, orations, scraps, And themes the work to crown, Youll think, to hear them grumbling, Th'ey're the busiest class in town. The Sophomores, with mighty Clin, At once take up the word, And such appalling tale of work Tm sure you never heard. They've Shakspere now to tax their brains, The Barbecue, and such 5- You're sure, ere half the tale is told, They're busiest by much. But now the -lunior rushes up,- He hasn't time to stop, He'cl like to talk to you, of course, But he's always on the hop. Theses, essays weigh on him, Annual, Heliogabulus g- You cannot cloubt that he alone Is the busiest one of us. But Senior grave, in cap and gown, Goes by with aspect pale, At all the hurry, worry here, He's long since ceased to rail. By night he burns the wakeful lamp, By day, he's working still 5- You know the rest was merely playf- He's the busiest on the hill!