Parsons College - Peira Yearbook (Fairfield, IA)

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Song of the Student. On the sun-lit western prairies, ln the little town of Fairfield, Stands a famous seat of learning: And the students from all nations Gather there for education, With the hope of self-improvement. Very lovely is the campus, Covered o'er with greening foliage, Standing in artistic bunches, Where the landscape gard'ner set them- Many weeks the landscape gard'ner Worked to make the campus lovely, And it seemed to the unthinking That he progressed very slowly. Oft' the students in derision Cried out, There's the landscape garcl'ner Pipe his form--just like a hat pin And he sets out only buck brush Without life or leaf or blossom- But the gardening continued, And the lbuck brush grew and flourished, Till the shouts of great derision Turned to cries of admiration. But some inartistic students On their way to first hour classes, ln an early morning hurry Cut across the precious grass-plot, Thinking that they saved time by it, Till a path all cater-cornered Marred the beauties of the campus, Grievecl the kind hearts of the trustees, Who preferred the sloppy lime pa'ths Running where the garcl'ner placed them. And belonging to this college There are different kinds of students: And the first of all the students Are the Seniors of the college. They are grave and very stately. Robed in somber black you see them ln the spring time on the campus, With their learn'd heads bowed in reverie Thinking of their days in college Now all past and gone forever, Faded into pleasant memories: And their eyes are dimmed with sadness. But beyond the mist they're gazing Toward the busy world which calls them, To their place among its workers. 9I

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YOUNG IQOCHINVAR. 1. Young Lochinvar came out of the East, He went to Kentucky and- bought him' a beast. He rides here and there over bank, bush and spar. Automobiles aren't in it with Young Loch- invar. - II. How mighty his benrirrg, how fearless his eye, How stern is his glance as he proudly sweeps by: There is only one thing the bright picture to mari He lacketh a lady, our Young Lochinvar 90 il :A 'lt ...iw

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There are Juniors in this college, Very much like other Juniors. With a tendency toward romance And a passionate love for browses ln the Woodland, in the autumn. And full many of the Jtmiors Possess very fiery tempers. Often when they meet together There are little altercations 'Rising, but as quickly settled, So they all can Work together, For the giving of the class play, For the giving of their banquet, For the timely publication Of the .College Junior Annual. Oh, the willing, hard Worked Juniors, They deserve great commendation. And another class' of students Roarn about upon the campus, Wind their way along the rock paths. And the other students gazing On their great self-satisfaction Say Behold the sunny Sophomores, Take your hats off to their greatnessg Altho' they are much conceited, And in manner somewhat lordly, They are push and Vim and vigor, All done up in one big package- rlihis good crowd of loyal Sophomores, Let the Freshies do them homage. Then the Freshmen, the young hopefuls, We must not forget the Freshmen. 'llhey are very large in number, Very large and veiyslusty, And they look with eitpectation Down the labyrinth of knowledge, All undaunted by the prospect Or the present difliculties. And they 'tackle each new prdblem With a courage ever ready, With! the judgment ever verdant, With a method ever strenuous. They have learned the Whys and Wherefores Of the lirst imatriculation, They have 'learned to heed announcements, Learned- the penalty for cutting, And for having spreads on Crow Creek. Some in courses scientific Now are cutting up a fish worm, ' That a knowledge of its insides May help them to better living, May abet and aid their life work. Others, young and unsuspecting, Have gone in for Grecian, classics, Wish to master their Philosophy From 'the alpha to omega. And upon these, many others Look with mild disgust and cry out With a youth's determination: Ich will in the Dutch tongue sprechen, Me for a modern, useful language, Take away the musty dead ones. 92