Otterbein University - Sibyl Yearbook (Westerville, OH)

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t 'TQTI IR IB IE ll IN BSQII IB Mil It! It t5 :Il QI: ..,... .. .,... , . 1 I. .- x 1 H ll.. 1 -I V , , w A- ROYAL F. MARTIN, A.B. i W. O. BAKER A ihlelic Director Treasurer He doesn't teach Aesthetics, With delight the bills he meets, He's instructor of the ethics For dormitory eats Of volley hall That appetites entice: To Cochran Hall And a big raise in price, And director of athletics. With utmost gladness he greets. I9 x

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TIRZA L. BARNES, B.S. Librarian Should you have to write an oration On UExcomprehensibilationf' The first place sheid loolc She'd find the right book, Without the least hesitation. ANNA DELL LAFEVER, Ph.B. Assistant Librarian Her voice is gentle and low, She's the kindest person I know. She helps us out When we're in doubt, And changes to joy our woe. REV. E. E. BURTNER, AB. College Paslor' l fear that we can't write a poem, About this man, for we clon't know 'im. We'll make our bow And stop right nowg When he's here longer, then we'll show 'im TERESA M. CAREY Malron of Cochran Hall The decorations were loanecl, So the invitations we 'phoned To the faculty For a tango tea, And Mrs. Carey chaperoned.

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