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

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Helen Tribou died one sad day Because her Marion went away. We wonder if across the Styx They are in any better fix. Here lies the body of Patti Jones. The good she did was interred with her bones. Roberta Ransom you'll agree An angel now must surely be Her type of beauty is just right For halo, wings, and robe of white. Ethel Bigelow lies below YVhat she died of none of us know. Margaret Fuller's lying here Her death was caused by laughter. Pray, stranger, as you drop a tear, That she may laugh hereafter. Mac .-Xudrew's thread of life was spun At a ripe old age-just the good 4 young. .'-if .15 'X fit v ESM-M x -'AP' - R ' ' W-4336 ' vt usa 'Q nl Xe - git-r' v.. t' if Z , 5,-1. - if .av ' fern 1 'shew' Myrtle lVeldon, full of fun, Finally's gone to kingdom come. E'en with Death she tried to jolly But he had no time for folly. Here lie the bones of Sara Ayres, She left after Christmas, lightly shedding her cares. Marie l'lrici's German was A joy to listen to because She could her words so well betonen Gewiss the saints will her belohnen. Alice Talbott's gone to heaven To help in Peter's office. The bets down here are six to seven She'll soon connnand that office. Gertrude Hess fixed her own fate By slannning hard the golden gate. At diet table, and in bed In the infirniary, Did Ada Stonehouse fit herself For grand eternity.

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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.

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Sophomore Class History AM the mascot of 1914, Obidiah, a tiny, life-like chap in rompers, who talks not at all, but sees and hears much that happens and is said, up on the Cupola, 1ny especial haunt. The first thing that I can remember in my life was being awakened one beautiful fall morning by the voices of several girls, dressed in short skirts, their hair hanging in curls and braids, armed with kodaks. They talked animatedly about a mysterious Baby Party which they were going to remember 'fforever and ever, and promised solemnly to make the Freshmen next year do worse stunts than Scramble like eggs, f'Scratch like a match and box, etc., etc. And ending their con- versation with, Well, the Sophomores are mighty good sorts, and they didn't treat us half bad after all, down the stairs they went, carrying snap-shots of their first Baby Party. One warm evening soon after this I saw, from my lofty point of vantage, a dancing party in the gymnasium, and from all thatI could observe, the Juniors gave their small sisters a grand good time in every way. About a week later, up the stairs came two negro maidens, a minstrel singer, and a snake charmer. The two dusky maids hauled Giuy,ll the agile snake charmer, around in every position, trying to get the most effective pose, chattering meanwhile about what a wonderful success Tolo Initiation had been, with Bucky and Giny, the stars of the performance. That was the end of the visits to n1y haunt for some time, but I kept my watch over the campus faithfully. One star-litevening, crowds of girls, dressed in their best, crossed the South Second bridge, going into town. I had heard rumors of the Freshmen entertaining the Juniors at the theatre in return for their delightful dance, and as I heard My Heroll sung, whistled, and trilled for the next month, I knew that the sister classes had enjoyed together the Chocolate Soldierfl Every day I saw the hockey teams turn out for hard practice, and daily I grew more impatient for Field Day to arrive. The weather grew colder and colder, and I feared that I should have to retire to warmer regions below be- fore the match game came off. But one sharp November afternoon out trooped the teams, rooters, and faculty, red, old-rose, yellow, and green rib- bons fiying. The game began, from one end of the field to the other went the ball. A hoarse shout floated up to me: Hull, Hull, go it, Hull! Brown, Brownlll and thatls all I heard for the next half hour. And Hull and Brown did 'fgo it, for the Yellow and Green came off victorious. The Red and Old-Rose won the Base Ball match which followed, but I couldn't be downcast even over that,-the Hockey victory had been so glorious. That night I went down stairs to spend the winter, but late spring saw me back again, watching the campus with as keen interest as before. About the first of May the tennis court was put in condition, and little figures in white tossed the balls back and forth, back and forth over the net for hours at a time, it seemed to me. More swiftly and more skilfully they played as the 29