Susquehanna University - Lanthorn Yearbook (Selinsgrove, PA)

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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

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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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that they spoke good English, except the occa- sional use of this here and its opposite. Won- dering how they came upon this familiar er- roneous combination, we questioned them as to their knowledge of our mother tongue and learned thereby that our own Church had, for many years, maintained a missionary post in this land. Following a guide we came to the mission station where familiar yet seemingly strange faces greeted us. Suddenly the name Brosius came to our ears and upon being pre- sented to this gentleman, comfortably seated at his desk, giving directions as to the course of things we were convinced that this was James Albert Brosius of 1911, who had been given charge of that, the greatest mission field in Africa. It was not with ease that our journey was again pursued nor was our destination defi- nite. Our trayel being somewhat tedious and weari- some we were easily attracted by many ships in seeming confusion, but we were Hearing the busy port of Pekin, the metropolis of the Orient. Here many fellow countrymen were seen but we hoped to rest and pass unnoticed. Finding a hotel we registered but ere lrmg we were summoned to call upon the leading American citizen living in that country who had become influential as a missionary among the most enlightened China- men ; and now, although under careful super- vision in domestic affairs, William Roy Fitz- gerald ' s counsel was sought by representative men of affairs from every nation, being in that vast empire. Having spent some time here, we again pressed onward a short distance, this time to a little but might)- people on the small islands of Japan where we vi sited many cities before we entered Tokio. Here much attention was at- tracted by a magnificent college recently erected for a limited number of degree men desiring re- search work. It being to our liking, we made our way to the stately buildings and after bow- ing to left and right through a long row of queer costumed people, we entered the office of the newly installed president, who was rather re- luctant to leave his duties long enough to give his arm free play in our greetings; yet, somehow we saw back of his manner the marks of a man whose personality we revere in our land as Abra- ham Lincoln, nor were we mistaken, for whose deep, impressive voice did we hear but that of John Patterson Stewart who had been chosen, because of his success as the head of Kittanning Academy, one of his Alma Maters. Finding but one man whom we knew and his time being too valuable to spend a moment with old time friends, we took our way seaward over many, many miles of continuously changing ex- panse until our eyes beheld the land of flowers and the western metroplis, the citv known for its world-awakening system of juvenile courts. Being interested in such institutions there came immediately a desire to visit the chief of all the departments. Upon finding this gentleman, there at once came to our notice very familiar characteristics which revealed the power of the bench to be none other than Judge William Norman Duck, who. we were convinced had 25