Susquehanna University - Lanthorn Yearbook (Selinsgrove, PA)

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Mentor Class £ rgant5atfon Colors — Orange and Blue Flower — Pink Carnation MOTTO Virtue non Verbis. YELL Zippa-rappa ! Zippa-rappa ! Zip! Zap! Zan! Susquehanna ! Susquehanna ! Gee ! Goo ! Gan ! Bollah-wallah ! Bollah-wallah ! Pit ! Rah 1 Reven! We ' re the class of 1911. OFFICERS Latimer Landes President James A. Brosius Historian John P. Stewart Vice President John E. Reish Poet Samuel S. Games Treasurer William J. Dentler Prophel CLASS ROLL Claude i. Aikens Selinsgrove, Pa. Samuel S. Games Fisherville, Pa. James A. Brosius Sunbury, Pa. Latimer I.. Landis Selinsgrove, Pa. William J. Dentler - Milton. Pa. Charles A. Miller Centerville, Pa. William l . Fitzgerald Vlanorville, Pa. John E. Reish Penna. Furnace, Pa. John I ' . Stewart - Manon ille, Pa.

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Mentor oem TRAVELER in a barren land. Beneath the hot sun ' s scorching ray. O ' er heated rock and burning sand Pursued his solitary way. His look was stern, his face and cheek Were radiant with a purpose grand, His eyes fixed on a snow-capped peak- Far out across the glistening sand. That peak, a speck of shining white. A ' s if ' twere beckoning him to come. Shown like a distant beacon light. That guides the wandering soldier home. At times mid clouds of drifting sand, The peak was almost lost to view ; But still lie holds with purpose grand The course lie started to pursue. II is progress tedious was. and slow No rest he ' d taken since the dawn- lint still with voice and accent low. He urged his faithful camel on. Far off to southward towering trees Suggest cool springs, a shady brook Where he might rest. The traveler sees. I hit never once his course forsook. caravan upon his right Now beckons to the traveler lone. As in his eyes there flashed a light. Quoth he. Your course is not me own . lie saw some wreckage on the sand, And here and there a sun bleached hone. The wreck of some poor fellow man I p hi a j nirney like his wn. He pushed ahead day after day; But in his heart there glowed a fire That cheered his solitary way. And filled his soul with fresh desire. I.o! as the traveler nearer drew. The mount assumed majestic height ; Green sides and base came into view, While on its peak a cap of white. The snow-capped peak his guiding star Across the desert ' s barren sand Guiding his footsteps from afar. Towered out of reach, sublime and grand. Beside a fountain far below. Mid pastures green and pleasant shade. Bird-songs and brooklets murmuring low. The weary traveler kneeled and prayed. He thanked his God that lie had brought Him safely o ' er the barren sand; And had in mere} - cast his lot Mid the blessings of that fruitful land. He never reached the lofty height. His beacon o ' er the barren plain. So often hidden from his sight. But had not followed it in vain. For loftiest heights we ne ' er attain: Ideals rise as we progress; Yd their pursuit is not in vain. But leads us onward to success. lohn P. Stewart. S2