Racine High School - Kipikawi Yearbook (Racine, WI)

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czmwfwm ,Amr 'Z it HX is s: t'Never hurl the ball directly at another person. Never attach a string to the ball. HNever blot another's sketch or scrawl carelessly upon it. Never laster a big 'I' on the ball I p . . Only the skilled may attempt personal sketches. Never exchange an unfinished ball for fresh one of your own. '4Never roll the ball with unnecessary force or noise. I see these people are delighted with the game. VVhy are they so fewill' Because so few on earth realize that this game is actually an art. Many are proficient in the solitary arts, such as painting, sculpture, and the like, because in those they work independently of others. In the art of conversation one's work is often ruined by a thoughtless person. Naturally one falls into careless habits and gives up all hope of perfecting himself. Will there never be a serious study of this great art on earthlll' It is to be hoped there will. Wlien young and old learn to observe the rules, man will be refreshed by contact with his fellow-beings. Then the great I am will be found not only in the solitude of the forest, or of the mountain, or of the ocean, but in work-a-day conversation with one's fellow-men. -Harriet Harvey, 1899. GLIMPSEIS OF THE LIFE AT LAWRENCE. O'er the Fox the pale moon shimmered, Beauty veiled a silver dome, And the elms on the campus murmured softly, 'Lawrence is our dear old home.' College life takes on many different as- pects. Sometimes it may seem very busy and serious, at other times, our President says, There is danger of the side shows -swallowing up the circus. Still, work and no play would make Jack a dull boy. The Fox. In the dark ages of the past 'filfilhs .. . .L A .L 11 if lwmfq-1-'afrwgimssf u ,,., . ..,.,,.. ..,, A W , .,.. . , .5 intimate and precipitate acquaintance with it was considered quite essential to the proper beginning of many a man's college career. Now those solemn nightly ceremonies have given way to the lavish application of paint in class colors to the large stone on the campus and to side- walks about the town. But on All College Day the whole school goes on a picnic, and the question of supremacy between the two lower classes is settled in a game of football, a tug-of-War, rowing, swim- ming, a sack rush and other contests. Then the hatchet is buried and peace reigns. At the beginning there was only one building on the campus. Main Hall was library, dormitory, class-rooms, labora- tories and all. The campus was much larger than now, and the trees were so numerous that many were cut down by the boys for firewood. Though many new buildings have sprung up around it, the old vine-clad structure with its stately pillars and sil- ver dome is still the center of college life. There the whole student body meets each morning in the chapel to be given the most inspiring and helpful thoughts, and is brought into touch with the larger world through able representatives of va- rious fields of activity. ' Now it is an evening in October. The large room is filled with people and an at- mosphere of intense enthusiasm. Strong and full rings out the c'Alma Mater. Then follows 'tRip Up the Ripon Line, Lawrence, for on Saturday afternoon Ripon is to buy victory at a very great cost or our campus is to be lighted in the evening with a blaze of glory to proclaim our championship! Or let it be the night of the inter-class oratorical. In the front sit the Seniors in their somber attire. Around them the other three classes vie with each other in enthusiasm and festivity of adornment, while from their midst step forth young Websters to represent them. - Again the scene changes. The room is a stately reception hall filled with colonial