Pacific University - Heart of Oak Yearbook (Forest Grove, OR)

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7773 ?fekxmfg a LINES TO. PREXYI. Whats. that stranger, mother dear? Look l'heknows us, Aintt he queer? EHush! my own, dontt talk so wild. He,s yourtfather, dearest child. . ' GHets my father? 'Not at all. Father died away last Fall. GNo'he didnt, use your brain. Father has a big Campaign. .EAnd' your Dad,.with all his dash Went right out and glommed the cash! G GDone. just What he tried to do, Got two million for P. U. eKiss himehe won,.t bite you Sweet; Hets ,a man you ought .to meet! ' 3k :24 :1: WHEN .CO-EDS GE? HARD! 'Ist Co-ed-ELiar. A . E 2nd Coeed-gTake that back, Or P11 smash you in the kisser and dim your ,glimmers! o L 1st ,Co-ed, after thinking it over decides to try the same, .method on some one else to see if the effect Will be the same; She :gysfttBeft, hurry up and get ,out of here 01' P11 smack you on e t ISSEI'. ' .' - ' t ' ' $4 :25 9!: GWhatts that letter? But .as .he grabs for it the owner dodges ,and he decides that it must heJet-ter alone; Jymot'eenr- e f. K... Read Amid the the Edeii merchants : Portland. t this hunk p ., goods fur f tisemenus a mentioning Will pay. i h mm o 3,

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11' m m I 5 A PACIFIC UNIVERSITY TRAGEDY It was a simple student Who studied at Pacific, That dying on .the campus Told this story most terrific ; This sad and wistful story, This narrative of gloom That touched upon the circumstance That led him to his doom. I31 am a. Simple senioril. He murmured, pale in hue, ttAnd Pm the only student Who studies at P.- U; ' The rest are all' professors With books and books and books? The poor boy wasdelirious, You could see it by his looks! 1I did the best I could, sir, I fom early morn till night. I worked my tried. and trusty arm Until I could not write. But lessons fast and faster came And more and more and more, ' And there was no other student To help me With my chore. iiAiid now, alas! Pm dying, I I could not stand the pace, And I must die With one regret, Thereis none to take my place? His voice grew faint and fainter Fer tears I could not see. igTell mother Harry done his best He died for his Degree? JYmet'ee-w ! , . z. -. i . -'7wonfy-two iomge fairij; 2!: :r... .x' When the day? 3.250 inemic :0 r'gr Staten. the- hi-art r mifescamtj. -...,, Ehmedari; lot tin. miof dwbts. 354i :3: WM! and art: tickezemal :ickzr. WEI mi iiig. are k