Susquehanna University - Lanthorn Yearbook (Selinsgrove, PA)

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Another scene now arose. It was in a large city. The sky was lighted for miles with the glare of an immense conflagration. A whole city block was on tire. Yon can imagine how it looked. Upon the roof of a large office building, conspicuous, as no other being was present, stood outlined a faultlessly attired young man. The lines of care no his face betokened hard study. lie was standing as it were, with Rube Waddel ' s famous Stain of Guilt pose. The young man was taking in the situation by notes and seemed to enjoy being the cynosure of all eyes. I then noticed that he was standing on cakes of frozen H, ( ). The ammonia odor from this queer refrigerator arose in clouds to the bine firmament on high. He must be a newspaper reporter, I mentally exclaimed, As the thickening haze from the H, O somewhat obscured my vision, sometime had elapsed before I recognized Au ' ld Lang Syne Schoch. And now, what? The fire didn ' t disappear nor the prophet, neither did the fountain of fire explode. Listen, my readers, and you shall hear. It is ill luck for a prophet to prophesy. Lest you forget, I might sav in passing, Look around the habitable world, how few know their own g 1, and knowing it pursue. A further continua- tion of this narrative will soon appear, entitled, Twenty years after or how Father Time dulled his sickle. With the author ' s apologies to Alexander Dumas. Prophet. L ' 4

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is an interesting character. The spot betokens that he is a farmer, a scientific farmer. As he follows the plow with that serious air, one wonders whether he is not seeking some new element. See he is reading, Piers the Plowman. Great guns, Dutch Benfer. Ah, here is another interesting spot of a yellowish hue. Look, how like Diogenes, he wanders about with a far awav look, his Lanthorn in hand, looking for an honest man. Take notice ! He was business manager of the l!)()li an- nual. James Dber, alias the Silent Partner, did von say? Right you are. By the great horn spoon, exclaimed the prophet, no more spots will appear. We must away to consult the fire that burns eternal; the goose bone ' s charm is broken. We then went down in a great valley to the prophet ' s den. 1 was comfortably seated on the rush covered floor of the cave and thinking what next ; when lo ! the conjurer lifted what I saw to be a huge lid by an unseen spring and the fire shot forth from the bowels of the earth. I then told him the names of the remaining classmates. He replied, I will cast their future upon the curtain of tire. He then uttered some strange sounds and twisted his body into snake like contortions and presto before me appeared a life like picture. The scene was laid in a small country town almost as large as Selin ' s Steddle. Upon the town square, surrounding a gaudily painted wagon, was assembled a large concourse of humanity. The gas light, which looked similar to the one in front of the Alumni Gymnasium, cast a lurid, fantastic glare over the assembled multitude. A man was speaking. His melodious voice seemed to cast a spell over his appreciative audience. On a chair, behind him, sat an individual, attired as a German comedian. The speaker, whom I recognized as none other than Chas. Geise, was declaiming the virtues of Dr. Harter ' .s Electric Bitters. As the Doctor finished his speihl, the comedian began to crack some funny jokes and ended with a Weber and Field ' s pantomine, ml nauseum. I then recognized the voice as Henderson ' s. Tin 1 Doctor, thanks to his persuasive powers, soon sold his huge stock of Electric Hitters. He then told the audience in stentorian tones that the curative properties of the Bitters would be greatly augmented by wearing one of his patent electric belts. While the Doctor was awaiting the psychological moment to pounce upon the reubens, Mr. Henderson entertained the audience by re- citing Little Hoy Blue, with the result that the audience blew homeward. The last scene showed the doctor and his assistant in the village drug store, quaffing their burning thirst with hop soda. 23

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Farewell Classmates, some four years ago, At the dawn of our college days, We were strangers as you know To one another ami to college ways; Now we know and love, classmates dear. These sacred walls, yon towering pine, The river gently Mowing with water clear, The hills whose beauty is divine. Deep shades of the most inviting sort, And Cemetery Hill, a place of our resort. All those loved spots that we adore Shall only now in memory dwell. We shall see them not as in days of yore, So to them we sav farewell. College days, we look with pride ( n thee. Stay with us. Do not go. As days of youth so swiftly glide We feel thee going from us now. Time was when we thought thee long, Thy value to us did not then appear; Now, thy life we would prolong, Had we the power, for many a year. To us, indeed, thou hast given all. ( ur gifts to thee have been very small. And wliile we mourn that we must part From the portals where we love to dwell, We know to others thou must impart, And so to thee we sav farewell. Teachers, who with most tender care Have pointed us all to higher life. Students, with noble characters rare And lives free from viper strife, Parting from thee makes us sigh, But alas ! We must say good-bye. And, now, classmates, is it true That the eve of our college life is here, Musi we sav farewell to you, You, whom we have loved so dear? Yes, dawn, noon and twilight Are gone. The eve is coming fast. ( ver us hover the shadows of night, I ur college days are almost past. Together we have stood these four years Sharing willingly our joys and tears, Struggling together on track and field, In class-ioom and rostrum, as well ; Hut now these strong bonds must yield Ami to our class, we say farewell. A few more days ! How very soon, Into the broad sea of life we sail. Each to tight his battles alone. Each to breast the wind and the gale. .May the Great Spirit — Eternal Eye, Who has permitted us here to dwell, Watch over us until by and by We reach the realms of no farewell.