Rockford College - Recensio / Cupola Yearbook (Rockford, IL)

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l might. Evora DuMez has passed from earth . The powers above well knew her l worth And now in the Elysian fields l 1 In Memoriam Since the great men of days now gone Have writ their epitaphs in song So that they'd be appropriate And have some reference to their fate, The Sophomores we this service do. Much time and thought it's taken too! rf Mabel Blair was a shining light. She shone and shone with all her She's cooking scientific meals. Helen Clarke lies under this mound In life she weighed 500 pound. Margaret 'Woodruffs in the ground The way she made her one piece gown Fair took the angels by surprise And made them want her in the skies. Mary Bert when death did get her Asked to be buried in her red sweater. Mahren Finnerud will ne'er come back She's even left that dear man jack In automobiles on the golden way She's taking joy rides every day. NVinnie Cox died in the rush After a popular Senior crush. Alma Masters used to be Thin, her first year at R. C. Now she occupies a block Underneath this little rock. l May Granger climbed the heavenly heights With a twinkle in her eye. U Illl give no encore breakfasts now Or know the reason why. XVe feel quite sure that if she's there She's shining now, on the golden stair. Beneath this sod all grassy green jenn Brown, the President, lies serene, They say the angels have implored her To teach them Robert's Rules of order. To pick up dropped rs in fiery Hades Is the task assigned to Bernice Geddes. Cecil Palineterls gone to the skies She died of a funny twitch in her eyes. It got the boys, I'm here to say She had them all a-coming her way. In this crooked grave of dirt and clay Poor Frances Madison's laid away. Her life so crooked was, you know, In straighter grave she could not go. Mary McFarland's blown to thunder And, good gracious, it's no wonder For in her closet, out of sight, She oft made fudges in the night. 26

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Here's Ruth Wood-she went plum wild When she heard of the death of honey child. Here lies what's left of Helen Buck On gym work she was always stuck. Edna Brown kept growing fatter No one knew what was the 1natter So Dr. Maas sent her up there To let her try the heavenly air. This gloomy grave Marg Marbold holds Still clad in English Walking clothes. Jessie Reid in heaven, Doth play a golden lyre. She's even been persuaded To join the heavenly choir. Dorothy Sells is suffering yet For being on earth a suffragette. Ruth Wanstrom came to Peter's gate And he opened wide the portal He never knew until too late That she was only mortal. Lucile Ralston here lies dead Her friend's grief grows yet stronger And yet I've really heard it said They didn't want her longer. B. Ostrom's left the stage of life To go and play in heaven We hope that she will act the man As she did in nineteen 'leven. Leila White has gone from here St. Peter'll make no fracas He'll just glance up, the sweet old dear, And put her down for A + I Olive johnson died in a fit Trying to solve her Uanalytf' Natalie Parsons sooth to tell, A sad and tragic fate befell. She wore in heaven such a pout That the angels finally put her out. H. Hayward has left us one and all She had to follow Jenn. She was always ready for 'double Sol' But she'll never play again. Genevieve Morrison had her day She has finished life's cruel lesson, But what her peculiar hobby was, Got everybody guessin'. Here's the remains of Ethel Trout The typewriter brought this fate about. In personally harmonized attire, Helen Lloyd now plays the lyre. Her nightgown pink and slippers green, St. Peter let her keep, I Ween. When Lois Karlson at the gate Inquired for what would be her fate, The saints exclaimed t'Oh not below, You can't go there with that haloll' Anne Avery's bones are nailed in this box But her fame lives on for wearing silk socks. Beneath this slab lies Marion Hull In heaven she's 1nost valuable Because as proctor she was wise, She's now employed in shooing Hies. Kirkpatrick's span of years were few She had too many hours. Domestic Science made her blue Please strew her grave with flowers.