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

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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

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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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lf days went on, until the second week in June came, the date set for the tour- nament. I knew that the Freshmen would win the game and with it the cup. They did, too, every girl in the class shouting herself hoarse for Brown and Buck, champions. After that carriage after carriage left the east gate, filled with happy girls bound for their various homes, and the rest of the hotiummer I spent watching the workmen so busily engaged both in the old and new dormitories. September saw my class back again, Sophomores now, who spent an ex- cited, busy week in unpacking and getting settled again, in making out new schedules, and in renewing old friendships. The Baby Party and Tolo Inia- tion came and went, followed by several weeks of almost unbroken study-an attempt to conquer the restlessness left by the long summer holiday. In October rumors of two charming social affairs carrie to my ears, a dainty breakfast at the Nelson House, given by the Sophomores in honor of the Seniors, and a rare treat, a Halloween spread at Burr's to which all Sophomore-s were invited by two members of the faculty. Again I saw the hockey teams daily appear on the field for practice, and again I watched the increasing strength of the Yellow and the Green. Cold, rainy, bleak weather persisted, but out came the sturdy teams notwithstand- ing. On the decisive day, in spite of the rain-soaked, slippery field, the Sophomores and Seniors carrie off victorious, jubilant, shouting for their cap- tain until their throats were raw. A week later great excitement reigned in Adams Halls. The Seniors were entertaining the Sophomores at a mock wedding, at which Miss Guine- vere Hortense La Chapelle and Mr. Algernon Augustus de Nan Crede were to be solemnly united in marriage. just before the hour set for the ceremony, Isaw beautifully gowned young ladies, youths in faultless evening dress, elderly gentlemen escorting stately dames, and even grotesque country folk, going from Main to Adams. The charm of the bride, the gallantry of the groom, the grace of the attendants, and the beauty of the ceremony were topics of conversation for a fortnight. I know, for that night I crept down stairs again to await the coming of spring, and there I have been ever since. Already I can feel the langour of the spring in my life-like body, and I'm going to sleep, to sleep until the first cry of Love Thirty from the tennis court calls me as before to the Cupola, my especial haunt. Sophomore Cfficers JENN BROWN - - - - l'1'1'.v1h'1'11l ROBERTA Raxsou .ql'fl'l'fI7l'1' mm' 7I'1'17.Y1ll'l'I' RUTH XVOQD - ' Cffrxs f2'1'.x'1'01'1rIl1 30