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

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'1' III 11; n1 1 u 11 .57. 30', A G? 74 H0 1. MVHNEIcM 1t Ct I R. gt is a t .m k: Eh a v - -hg x- 4 -' gv'VQkS tk EJ EA A X t Hi 19 A s N Gig W0 . s: saw i 14 4x mh 37v f meneo g: gtp m mfg a duly... rx , 1,V Q l . 0810M WE x16 Am a U U d6 5 The above reproductions are not the ancient carvings of man nor the tomb inscriptions of ancient Egypt. 1 They. are old, that is true, and they are the written record of men and times, long- since past. The Sun of two centuries has faded the inscription upon them and Weathered the once clear imprints t0 barely legible markings. The dust of summers and Winters has filled the hollows and llev- eleq thelr surface, and a thousand different hands have worn them surface, tracing and retracing the lines upon them. . They are the exact reproductions of two of the arms of the rec1tat10n benches 1n the Philosophy recitation room. They stand as memoirs of the hundreds gone before us, their inscriptions stir. us to greater deeds and large ambitions With the names of men . and women prgminent in the affairs of the world today, appearing 1n scrawhng hues, apparently as thoughtless and Susceptable to the temptatlons 0f the tlmes as we ourselves who add our signa- tures t9 the honor roll of the ages and ass ail on to the rush and whlrl of student life to be caught urge ing ligets eddies 311d whirled away leavmg our own inscri ' , , ptlons for those Who are to follow, Just as those Who have gone before have left theirs for us. A r- '7 ' JYmeteen. - t 7wenty-lwo, '1 I : :siik tag , v Mia ii? Wt WER 921$ hytttefti W 5:! bins Rm, w 1h 'e $21:st it: Imaahudzz

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w m ' ' I TO OLD PACIFIC 1f rrwgnium d '3 HereIs to thee, dear old Pacific! neath thyxmyriad of oaks arr the Sim Ever beckonmg the student to thy hall, 4 . a a 3 a bum 1h. high 3 There to learn of Math and Science, and to meet With collegea'folk am! EWRMG 'Heedmg W1Sd0HYS opene-armed and ready call. ykiim l3: 3 ' . ' . ' mm? :um , iOnce I wandered oIer thy pathways When the sun'its shadoWs cast I W! 01' the green and grassy carpet Ineath the trees, . ' m .3 - , 3 any: hm 0f!!! And I let my fancy wander While the sunlitthours mlght'IaSt , h 3 LI '3' they. As I watched the leaflets swaying'in the breeze. ' - . ;T Rfralesinm , , 3' '- N! that any ma Once I sat Within thy classrooms With a feeling erudite IV 1' , Therein Mi As I spoke in fluent manner of IIthe race? . 4mm her Or discoursed upon the subject of the lie thatIs justified mlrn! that ! Sindai Or, perchance, translated Latin with bad grace. ' mi. that t . m ' ' . III M 9 Erhfcxal 10M NOW I cease to think of MaIthus. for my thots have other range, . 3, heal Mil m And Pm daily forming Ethlcs of my own. ' F I And the sound of Horace,s Epodes in my ears is almost strange, 3 3 a 3 3 TH I Wonder at the things I once have knoWn. $.55 $011633. . rmuirnl n! the AM Yet, indeed, were these not stepping stones, a means unto an end, But a part of that great gift thou gayest me? For WhereIer I chance to wander or WhereIer my footsteps wend, What I think and feel and am, I owe to thee. . 1 - mi . 3 I kw aLIIIigmgi-M HereIs to thee, dear old Pacific! and thy worth let none assail, R'Mm 10g? . 3 Let the Pioneer of Learning sound her call. . ' IWII WM m0? :df? Such as thou shall never falter, such as thou shall never fall, 31a .3 nlfm'r? med 01d Pacific, Alma Mater of us, all! ' faimhiv w W P1513 ' . GRACE ELIZABETH HAINES ,19 ummg 5.63m M1333 rszalwn ma??? m w! MM PWthM 'x 7Mefy-IO Mneteen.

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ha! Uh ? RMifflim . mt 5;:er mm; mm! L! ended U10 iMfHPQm: , tits in iuni? ' , this mu! mew?! chffrrrm 2: g the iiufii 0pm Pee H v rwzmtinn mimmc i-fnrr uaihezrln- rmum m! mandi! ! zevg 0! W1; i. l'hejg? l H! the Midday , We take the following from itthe first annual ever published -0n-the North Pacific Coast? the Heart of Oak, 1894. The title Which seems to have been pertinent then is at least moderately ' H applicable to this age, showing a similarity of thought and custom . desiplte the lapse of time between publications. ' - THEN AND NOW, Inquirer Old giant oak, Who long has stood , Unmoved as years are fleeting, Disclose to us that hidden truth . Which thou hast been secreting! Say, long ago did Indian Maid And her bold daring lover, Beneath thy shade sit side by side? Wilt thou to us discover? Who flirted most, the Warrior bold Or black eyed little maiden? - When they were iisolid friendstt Who ttquith? Whose heart was heavy laden? - The Oak I once was priest. True marriage vows, I 0ft have heard repeated. a The warrior kneeled before the maid, The maid her lover greeted. For then it did not take an age To see through paint and curling And cigarettes and canes arid all That sets this age a whirling. Renrat. s 311 f .19 ?:e-LWMWNK bawdy: e um ref? W? wilt on W and WW 3! ' 29;: w t 'HWW'H . ?wfwn' lime 5.4 gllitaig' i i 7wenfy-IWO Made em