Susquehanna University - Lanthorn Yearbook (Selinsgrove, PA)

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Mentor Class istorp TTj E now are nearing the day of graduation f I | and look with critical eye over the days 1 that are past. Ye see again the dull gray of earlv morn, and now the first rays of the morning sun shedding his lustrous light upon our pathway. Now we stand look- ing in his scorching rays at midday, the heat he- comes oppressive, the air almost stilling. But on and on he majestically sails through the heavens, until we see him nearing yon western horizon. Behold! what artist ' s brush so skilled as to execute the delicate shades painted on the vault of heaven as he sheds his last rays over the landscape, and reflects from nature ' s canvas the rich colors of the rainbow. We peer into the gloom of the future with anxious gaze. Our hearts are filled with fear, hope, and misgivings. But now appears the morning star shedding its guiding light before us, and dispelling the shady night. It is the star of the class of 1911 ; for here we stand at the end of our collegiate course, ten in number ready to battle with the realities of life, prepared to battle for truth and right. We realize that the theoretical will soon be displaced by the practical, and hope to put into practice what has been taught us during our short so- journ here. Varied are the scenes that we have passed through in our short course, some of joy, others of sorrow. There have been times of rejoicing ' . as when, a visitor appeared in chapel and was asked to give a short talk, thus shortening the recitation period twenty minutes ; or when one of the Professors stated that he was sorry but he would he unable to hear a certain class, as he was called away on important business; or when our worthy President announced that the term was drawing to a close and all the students who had not paid their bills should do so at once, and also when it was commanded that all stu- dents rooming alone should look around for room-mates, for an unusually large attendance was expected for the spring term, and everv one would be required to have a roommate. Yet. we are not discouraged. Although we have some things to regret, there are many pleasant recollections connected with our college days. We have received much valuable information from our instructors and are now about to step out and put it into practice. Our class has been well represented in the various activities of school life, and in both liter- ary and athletic work has upheld the standing of Susquehanna against rival forces. We trust that every one will be successful in whatever he may undertake and look back upon these davs with fond remembrance and pleasant recollections. Soon commencement will be here, an occasion looked forward to for four years, and with diploma in hand, the Seniors will turn for a last look at the dear old halls, the smiling campus, and beautiful hills with which each one is so in- timately acquainted and with a tinge of the sor- rowful hid the professors, classmates, and Sus- quehanna not farewell but auf wiedersehen. — Historian. 23

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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

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Mentor ropl)ccp CHIS is not the product of a dreamer of dreams but that of a revealer of revela- tions, embodying part of the true pre- dictions from a real prophet of the class of 1911. Flying through the air is not the part of a logician and philosopher. However, there are trips upon which one enters, not from choice, lint from necessity. One beautiful spring-like day the atmosphere called for an open window but the atmosphere did not seem to have any extraordinary elements in its composition. Nevertheless, as the writer turned to his work, his chair did not cease to revolve cm its pivot hut kept whirling until it and its occupant were sailing through the window, out into the ethereal domain, over the theologue ' s tennis-court , the silent city and Bake-o.ven Hill, thence to Mahanoy .Mountain, where, for the first time we were able to cope with the strange situation. From this time we practically had control and dared the venture. Headed one degree southeast, we passed over the metropolitan human grist-mill , because the old chair, although having served us so faithfully and often in tunes depressing, was having its day. Then nothing hut i icean came to view lor al- most five minutes, when in the distance, we saw a small group of vvhal seemed t ns corals, yet having such attractive power for the old quadruped, that we turned our wind-paddles towards them and in a short time we passed unobstructed through the win- dow of a sky-scraper — so called by the English — in which we found ourselves surrounded by busy ste- nographers. Passing through the different depart- ments, we were at last permitted to enter the editor ' s apartments, so thoroughly exhausted for a moment that all humanity appeared to he a mere mas.-, vet in the quiet atmosphere of this splendid, well regulated office in the courts of John Bull and his greatest city, we felt more at home — just why we could not deter- mine, until a kind faced old gentleman approached us with his free right-hand salute, so strikingly familiar, that our eves met squarely, and behold, whom should we reveal ourselves to he hut class- mates, for Charles A. Miller was editor i the Lon- don Times. It was here that we became conscious of our insight into the realm of twenty year- hence. Again passing on our way. after having been in the presence of a classmate, we felt more con- fident as to our surroundings ami set ourselves southwest nearly ten degrees, sailed over the sandy desert, and continued our course until we came near the shore, but not wishing to lose sight of mother earth again we manipulated our little wheel with such accuracy that we were able to land about twenty mile- from the city named in honor of our honorable president, lame- Mori roe. Here we engaged in conversation with some of the native-, and to our surprise found 24