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

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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

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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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Time is not always a matter of years, nor is dlstance a matter i.Morcansan. . gliclniltliisthe 131321311; it segms as 1f they were not. And so at tlmes, s closes his mental doprs upon his business or his pro- $333333 becomes for a while, 1n Iancy, that whlch he once was in fact-a student in the halls of h1s beloved Alma Mater. dent he once was, has very many thlngs 1n commqn withrltllli: :llldent of today. Always there is the thrill of prlde in any Victory that comes to the instltutlon .; always theold f1ght1ng spirit arises at any suggestion of mediocrlty 0r Inferlority; always the deep respect for tradition and 1deals ; always the bond of fel- lowship, because they have been mothered by the same guldlng . and moulding influence. But there the common Viewpoint ends. , The student he once was, brings with him the influence of the passing years-lessons that-life has taught h1m after h1s degree was won. And perhaps, colored in the light of these. lessons, he may bring with him regret for opportumtles and p.141v1leges llght- 1y taken and lightly used. He certalnly brmgs With h1m a very deep appreciation and a high sense of values. When I was a student at Pacific, I used to wonder why s0 ; many of the alumni were, or seemed to be, so indifferent. After : I had graduated, I used to wonder why the students cared s0 lit- ' tle abOut the alumni. N 0w I think I know. The alumni are not I indifferent, but too seldom does memory beguile them across the ; miles and years to the days when they themselves were being shaped and developed by the pleasures, problems and struggles; that are the life of every college student. To go back, is to share - in it; and to share in our common problems, is to do what we can to help solve them. ' N or do I think that the student of today is all to blame. He has not always known that often he holds in his hand, the key to the mental doors we close upon the problems of today. He has not known that if he will but call us long and loudly, we cannot choose but hear. And so we may all come back- we older brothers and sis- ters-to the circle of her influence; to council together, to build, and work together; that we may make her all she ought to be, that she may fully answer the worlds great need of her even as she has answered our need of her-our own Alma Mater our own Paelflc. , MARTHA HOLMES HESS, 309. A'meteen, - them both in the flash of a thought, -G' Pu. 43 ., -7 Iv i