Otterbein University - Sibyl Yearbook (Westerville, OH)

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TTER El .' 1- 15- 1- 151 EEE? Ear an . 1:2 ' CIITOI' Class .X history of the Senior Class! Impossible to tell, For the only way to express its worth ls one good Senior yell. But the Sibyl wants a history Of the class of seventeen To keep np the standards of Otterbein As it has always been. A history of the Senior Class- Oh, that just makes me think Of the push that Devil's Half Acre saw, XVhen we were just on the brink Of college entrance, fresh and green, The one class made to shine .Xnd bring in laurels thick and fast For dear old Otterbein. That Freshman push was a grand affair Full worthy of our class: The pop was good, the fun was high, But our seventeen Prexy to the last Preferred to entertain the girls Up in the Calm and quiet wood: Su away from the Ere he sure did stray 'Til the chaps made him be good. On the way home from that glorious fun The school bell was espied, . l'hcy carried it back to Cochran Hall And rang' it far and wide: l'hen the neighbors were waked by the niidnig Made with the bell and a wireg .Xnd one of our dear Professors rose To hunt the terrible Ere. Do you remember the tug' of war? lt wasn't held at the creek llut down on the old athletic field, .Xnd oh, how our boys were meek! For the rope did break with the first wild pull 1They said it was underhand playl lint whatever the cause, or whose the blame, The Sophomores gained the day. ht din 1

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TTER El Then we had our revenge-or tried indeed, For we spotted their bob-sled tied. VVe held it 'til the Sophies wept, Then we let 'em have their ride. Later we had a sleigh ride ourselves Over at Central College, And the fall we took 'mid the snowy deeps Added much to our fund of knowledge. One night our classmates planned a raid, 'Twas the same old bunch of boys, They played with the screens in Cochran Hall As if they were but toys. The first real entrance was rather a joke For they fell 'mid the pots and tin ware: But they got away with some peaches and cream, And the girls had pretty poor fare. That spring was the scene of a great event That for loudest applause did call, For our seventeen class won the championship In the inter-class game of baseball. In track work and team work we're always right th You can't put us down if you tryg And the class that expects to win over us Wfill iind they are mighty small fry. Every year of our course it's the same old tale, VVhether athletics, lessons or pranks. We'x'e given our enemies a pretty close shave, Our grades would please even the cranks. In football our stars are well renowned Such as Counseller, Red or Ling, Debate this year boasts a seventeen squad, In fact we're quite the thing. Thus it goes, you see, with this Senior Class That is just about to leave, CFC VVe must blow our own horn, else it won't be blown, I-Iow else could we credit receive? If you think we're too boastful in singing our praise, If it really is a bore, Remember that soon we must say farewell, And will bother you no more. E. E. M. , fm