Seattle University - Aegis Yearbook (Seattle, WA)

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Page sixteen THE PALESTRA Sit? i5 p?U of (§tfl GL I. 1 wanted the medal and 1 sought it; I studied and strove with a might; Was it Latin or English, I fought it; 1 hurled my youth into the fight. I wanted the gold and 1 got it; 1 came out with the prize last spring; Yet somehow school’s not what 1 thought it; And somehow the medal’s not all. II. No! There's the class. (Have you seen it?) It’s the cusscdest room that I know. From the big brick walls that screen it, To the small seats of wisdom below. Some say the architect dreamt when he planned it; Boys say it’s a good place to shun; Maybe; but there’s some would trade it For no room at all—and I am one. III. You've come to get knowledge (darn good reason) You feel like a bonehead at first; You hate it like sin for a month, And then you arc worse than the worst. It grips you like some kind of fiction; And leads you a merry old tune; It seems thus it's been since September, And I think it will be so till June. IV. There’s the room where studies are nameless; And problems that come from—God knows where; There are lives that are erring and aimless; And promotions that hang by a hair. There arc hardships that teachers don't reckon; There’s the Jug- -oh! the bitterest pill. But there’s the class it's calling and calling, And I want to go back—and I will. V. Bumming is making my brains diminish. And I am sick of the thought of fun. Thank God! when vacations are over, I'll hike to the college again. It's hard and what Sherman calls war, It’s well, I've been there before; And it’s better than bumming by far. So me for the college once more. VI. There’s the medal and it's longed for. It’s luring me on as of old. Yet it's not the medal I’m wanting, Nor yet the winning the gold. It’s the big brick building on the corner: It’s the ground where pleasure has lease; It’s the joy that thrills me with wonder; It’s the feeling that fills me with peace. Hugh Callaghan, 2d High.

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Seattle College Annual Page fifteen ANDREW J. SEDLACEK THERE were no shrilling of whistles, no clanging of bells, no bursting of rockets, no celebrations of any kind or sort whatsoever in the town of Wellington, British Columbia, on the twelfth day of January, year of our Lord 1897. Maybe it was on account of the rain, or maybe because Wellington is a hick town with no ambition and eye for future fame—we do not know. Any way they overlooked our Andy’s good nature in being born there. Whereupon Andy decided to evanesce therefrom. He bobbed up next in another hick town, Renton, where at the tender age of five the subject of this sketch began worrying on his Alpha-Beta-Gammas. With remarkable tenacity he stuck at his guns and in 1910 dropped arithmetic and took up Algebra. He graduated as a scholarly scholar from the Renton High School in 1914. From the cool sequestered vales of the little town Andy went forth to seek what Dame Knowledge had in store for him at the University of Washington. But Andy had too strong inclination for Seattle College and we realizing the worth of the student received him with open arms in the Junior Class. If industry is to count Andy is bound to step out on a remarkable career, and we know that, appreciated or unappreciated, lie is going after something “large.” Good hunting, Andy.

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