Springfield College - Massasoit Yearbook (Springfield, MA)

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28 y.W. THE MASSASOIT James Wheeler Bailey, B . A . . Jerry City, Ohio “Bill” Findlay Prep., Findlay College, Secretary Student Y. M. C. A., Findlay; Varsity Rugby, and Soccer Football, Baseball, and Basketball Teams, Class Track Team, School Quartette, ’07; Assistant Editor Massasoit; A k A. “ And oft, the pangs of absence to remove, By letters: soft interpreters of love. ' ' — Prior “Bill” is the classic appellation by which this individual is known. Bill is part of the great triumvirate, Miller, Rice Bailey, who conduct a regular Correspondence School on the first floor, and every vacation take the first train home and the last one back. “Bill” made a name for himself as “light-end” on the football team, distinguished himself in basketball, and also enjoys the confidence of the Class as evidenced by his election to the Assistant Editorship of the Massasoit. When his hunger and thirst after knowledge begin to approximate his gastro- nomic appetite, “Bill” will leave us all behind. I ' d give an ything to be in Findlay tonight .”

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CLASS OF 1908 True courtesy and chivalry combined Will make you well beloved of mankind; And courtly manners often win a fight That would be lost if only fought with might. “My boy, though tempted you may sometimes be To leave your principles for policy, Yield not, hut always keep your purpose true; Respect and honor then will come to you, For honesty is justly more admired Than policy, though in success attired. At times, you’ll long to lay aside your sword For riches, power, or some such reward. They sorrow bring, and are not worth the cost, If for their price, my lad, your honor’s lost. Your best reward in service you will find; It is an honor great to serve mankind, And honest joy comes but to those who work; So go straight on, and duty never shirk. Where’er your banner’s to the breeze unfurled, It stands for love and service to the world. Fight hard you must if you would win your race; Stagnation conies to those who slacken pace. “The common things you’ll daily have to face Will blast your ideas sadly out of place; But do not set your standard lower down 2 7 If you your efforts with success would crown. A high ideal, though never quite attained, Is better far than one easily gained; For, reaching it, you’re tempted to remain, Instead of striving greater heights to gain. No man e’er did the worse for aiming high, Though many fail by setting goals too nigh. “Go forth, my son. Our greatest joy in life Is to bear bravely our part in its strife; To fight the wrong, howe’er attractive made; To aid the right, wherever ’tis displayed; To guide the lost ones to the homeward road, Strengthen the weak, lighten the heavy load. Lift up the fallen, shed in darkness light, Serve God and man with our God-given might; And as we climb with vigor every day, To help mankind along the upward way; That at life’s close, when we have done our best, And lay aside our arms to take our rest, All men will say, and hold our memory dear, ‘The world is better for his living here.’” With such ideals, the youth, leaving the sage, Did noble service in his knightly age, And for the good that he accomplished then, Won life immortal in the hearts of men.

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CLASS OF 1908 29 Clarence Baker, B.Di Colo, Iowa “Mary Eddy” Teacher, rural schools, Iowa and Nebraska; Principal, village schools, Chapin and Grand Mound, Iowa; Graduate Iowa State Normal School; T. S., 1905; Varsity Football Squad, Class Rugby, Association, and Ice Hockey Teams; Secretary and Vice-President, Lee Literary Society; Official Electrician; A K A. “ , , , I itself, . The inside and outside , the what and the why, The when and the where, the low and the high, All 1, , , itself I.”— Mary Baker Eddy Of Dutch descent; though related, we believe, to the Irishman who, when asked what his politics were, said, “Bedad, I don’t know what me politics ar-re, at all, at all; but I’m agin’ th’ Governmint.” A social iconoclast, though not always sure what the trouble is, his desire to be a knocker has developed a 14 h.p. -automatic-double- action kick for use on all and sundry occasions, which, with his keen discriminating mind and pungent expression, may some day land him in Congress — or in trouble. His ambition is to arrive at the square root of nothing, devise a scheme for the measurement of infinity, and make a chemical analysis of sentiment. Worships at the shrine of Mary Baker Eddy, quotes Elbert Hubbard chapter and verse, and teaches mathematics to the Scrubs. li S-a-a-y I’ve got an idea.