Park University - Narva Yearbook (Parkville, MO)

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Class of 1911 D. M. T., ’ll And it came to pass in those days that a castle was builded of brown stone, fair to the sight and wondrously revered. And when the youth of the land looked upon the castle, they said, one to another, “Come, let us see this great thing which has come to pass.” And they came and saw and remained. Now it came to pass in the year 1903, that the king of the castle was crowned. And in the reign of the king, in the first year of his reign, came the class of 1911 to dwell within the walls of the castle. And, forasmuch as they were a wicked people and also extremely green, they found small favor in the eyes of the king and the captain of his host. Therefore there remained of their number but a small remnant when their ranks were num¬ bered in the third year of his reign. So the king sent into all the country round about and brought in men to fill their places. And forasmuch as they walked more circum¬ spectly than those who had gone before, they fare better in those days. So there was peace throughout all the land until the fifth year. And in the fifth year of the king’s reign there came a great number to enroll in this class of 1911, for its fame had gone abroad throughout all the region round about the Missouri, and even from distant lands came many who had heard the fame thereof with their ears. So the class waxed great exceedingly. And the class of 1911 took unto themselves a banner of blue and white, and it came to pass, that when their foes saw the banner, they forthwith retreated and fell on their faces to the ground. Yet the class of 1910 triumphed over them in debate, for their allies, surnamed the Judges, dealt un¬ fairly in their behalf. But concerning the declamatory contest, John, son of Carlile, suffered no one to remain of all that opposed him. And in the sixth year of the king’s reign, the class did most marvelously, for they surpassed all before them, in that they were champions in basket ball, tennis, base ball, and essay contest, and in debate also they drove their opponents from the field. Only in the declamatory contest did the Freshmen triumph over them. And, concerning the debate, for the winning thereof the Sophomores held a great feast, and invited thereto their honorary mem¬ bers, and there they did exult most mightily. They held also many carnivals in the building which is called Alumni. And it came to pass that one of those carnivals the Freshmen boys did outnumber the Sophs and bound them hand and foot so that there was no strength left in them. Then the girls gathered all their ranks from Snyder and Nickel and even unto New Dorm. So they gathered themselves together, in the third month on the 16th day of the month, on Snyder steps. And when they had numbered themselves and armed themselves with scissors, they did most man¬ fully fight the Freshman boys, who well nigh gave way before them. Also in the matter of scraps, the Sophs later bound the Freshmen hand and foot, and placed them in the calaboose while they slept. And in the 7th year of the king, began the class of 1911 to study more than they had previously done, though they lost no whit of sleep therefor. And they suffered no one to triumph over them, no, for in athletics, tennis, and oratoricals they smote them hip and thigh and drove them from the field. As to the Junior-Senior banquet, they were forbidden and therefore they did hold a children’s party. But in the matter of Junior-Ex. they did conduct themselves most ideally. And in the 8th year of the king’s reign, when they saw that they were Seniors, they straightway became dignified. Now the garments of the Seniors are these— a trailing robe of black, and a mortar board, whereon is placed a tassel. And they gave no Christmas play, but in the matter of Class Day they did most vehemently rehearse. And it came to pass in those days that Charles, son of Leker, Ted, son of Westfall, and Lloyd, son of Boutwell, took unto themselves maidens from the 25

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The happy homeland lies behind , A misty path before; The traveler pauses in the height , Then turns , to come no more. Class of 1911 We’re a class of twenty-seven, We shall quit in nineteen-eleven, Each o’erflows with keen ambitior, Each one seeks a high position. Each boy tries to head the class In debate, or grades, or gas. And the girls are quite as bad; Due to company they’ve had. While still Fresh a lost debate Made us plot for the next Fresh pate. And as Sophs we cooked their goose: Ask the boys ’bout the calaboose. Declams were won in nineteen-eight, Essays, too, at a later date, Junior-Senior the first two places Then for Park thru Jack’s good graces. For our school and society All but four made lawful plea. Thus our class has stuck together, Thus we’ve tried to help each other. In athletics, too, we’re peers; Held the tennis cup for years; Won the relay race each spring; Winning out’s a common thing. Base ball champs till 1910, Hope to beat them all again. Basket ball was won four seasons, Sophs then won for various reasons. Big head? Yes; all save a few: We got the rest, so got it too. We’re the hot stuff of Creation, Wait and see us rule this nation. 24

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Senior class, with whom they did play at tennis and other games. And when they had edited the Narva, the class of 1911 was well content. And they said, “Behold this great structure which we have builded.” Now the rest of the acts of the class and all that they did, are they not written in the book of the Chronicles of the king and his captains? So the class of 1911 ran their course, and there were none like unto them all the days of the king. A Last Farewell D. M. T. ’ll Goodbye! goodbye! oh, long, long, word! It lingers on the tongue, Like some sad echo from a bell That has but lately rung. Goodbye! goodbye! it takes us back Along the passing years, With many a memory sweet and sad And mingled smiles and tears. It tells us of the happy time When we as Freshmen came, With lively hopes, and fleeting cares, And dreams of coming fame. Goodbye! goodbye! but yet again We linger o’er the word And list to voices of the past, Dear sounds that we have heard. The sound of yells and college songs And laughter light and gay, While voices, too, in gentler tone, We hear from far away. Goodbye! goodbye! our college home! 0, Alma Mater, dear, We thank thee for thy sheltering care While we have lingered here. For all the lessons we have learned, Though often hard and dry, For pleasures sweet and strengthening cares We thank thee now. Goodbye! Goodbye! Goodbye! to moonlit nights Upon the campus green, Where trees sigh low, and every form, As in a dream is seen. Goodbye! old river swirling by, The rugged hills beside. Goodbye! goodbye! to woodland ways We wandered side by side. Goodbye to friendship passing sweet. In gentler, sadder strain, To those we love, say not goodbye, But say Auf Wiedersehen! The happy days are fleeting fast And here we meet no more. Goodbye! Goodbye! we’ll love thee still When college days are o’er. 26