Susquehanna University - Lanthorn Yearbook (Selinsgrove, PA)

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LAUNCH OUT Upon thy shores, O sea of action, Thou great and world-wide sea, Are crafts being made to sail Or float, whate ' er their structure be. O crafts of human powers, try not The sea, unless divinely wrought, But set thy sail ' gainst angry gale And steer to the shore, blood-bought. Launch out, O crafts, upon the deep, Stay thou not upon the shoal, For the ship that ' s tried will safely ride The sea to her farthest goal. Launch out, O crafts, and set thy sail, Let not the storm direct thy way, Give God the helm, his mighty hand Direct thy course, don ' t sway. Sail on the deep, O fellow crafts, Sail out on the world-wide sea ; Defy the storm, rejoice in calm, For God, for home and eternity. J. E. R., ' 17. Page Twenty-One

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1917 SENIOR CLASS Colors — Cardinal Red and Navy Blue Flower — White Rose MOTTO Esse quam videri YELL Ala-be-bous-be-bas-be-bo v, Ala-be-bous-be-bas-be-bo v, Inspiro-spiree-spireen, Inspiro-spiree-spireen, Susquehanna. Susquehanna, 1917! OFFICERS President ------- Park William Huntington ' ice President - - Paul Kepner Jarret Secretary - Poebe C. Herman Treasurer ----- . Gordon F. Furst Historian ------ . Francis E. Remaly Poet ------------ John E. Rine Prophet --------- Earle S. A. Mohney Artist ---------- Marion L. Mover CLASS ROLL Samuel Bay Bulick ---------- Selinsgrove, Pa. Alivia Cressman ----------- Lewistown, Pa. Melvin C. Drumm ----------- Sunbury, Pa. Gordon F. Furst ------------ Volant, Pa. Phoebe C. Herman ----- --. Kratzerville, Pa. Bruce W. Hilibish ----- -- -. Sunbury, Pa. Park W. Huntington ---------- West Milton, Pa. Paul Kepner Jarret ----- ------ Selinsgrove, Pa. George E. Kirk -- ---- - g ar Harbor, Me. Albert F. Klepfer ----------- Huntingdon, Pa. Harry V. Knorr ------ - - Berwick, Pa. S. A. Earle Mohney ----- --- - Brookville, Pa. Marion L. Mover ------ - Selinsgrove, Pa. Ira C. Mummert ----------- Selinsgrove, Pa. Edward A. Phillips ----- .-. - Selinsgrove, Pa. Francis E. Remaly ----- ------ Mazeppa, Pa. John E. Rine ------------- Milton. Pa. Herman L. Rothfuss - - Montoursville, Pa. Samuel M. Stauffer ----- --. -. Newville, Pa. Page Twenty

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S SENIOR PROPHECY H ! ' tis only too true we look upon those years with mingled pain and pleasure. Yet they were good old days. We were all so young and full of life, carefree and hopeful. Just as all others who had gone before — we were the only class that ever graduated from Susquehanna. There were ' ' Doc and Safety and Johnny and Al, and all the rest. Let me tell you they represented the institution with a heap o ' brains and polish as well as grit and humor. There we were — twenty of us — rejoicing in our youth, defying the world to show us the job we wouldn ' t tackle ; men and women of experience, some more, some less, mixing fact and fancy into a beautiful dream idol. Ah, yes, there we vere ! The challenge came, and like gladiators of old, ready for the combat we grappled with the realities of life, one at a time until now — oh, Master of Visions, where are they all, those who were as brothers and sisters to me? The mystic veil is rent and I peer through the narrow opening of a slowly receding curtain. What? Impossible! Have I lived in this ivy-covered manse all these years, looking through the same old window, upon this beautiful land- scape day after day and never before saw that flag of truce planted upon the banks of the babbling brook yonder! Ah-h, am I awake, or just, ah-h, seeing thingEv? I ' ve got it ! It is another peace note from that grumpy councilman who insisted upon raising my salary to 498 per. I wish he would mind his own business. If he doesn ' t soon learn the fact that a minister can get along on 53c a day, keep his wife and family in the latest, spread a table as the kings of old, go motoring twenty times a week, taking a half-dozen parishioners each time, and furnish his own gasoline at $1.00 per gallon — ah, if he doesn ' t know all that by this time, I ' ll fix him ! What ! A wrecked airplane ? Why, I thought it was a white flag stuck in the ground — and a dead man ? — How does that feel? Are you rest ing any easier? Poor soul! I wonder if he knows where he came from. Yes. I am ' Al ' Klepfer — from old S. U., and one of the famous ' 17 class! Rah! But what, in the name of common sense were you doing in that mankiller? Went into the insurance business, then took post-grad at Yale ? Good ! Became a Metallurgist, but didn ' t like the work and took up aviation? Well, you always were a daring boy, ' Al, ' and I ' m glad to see you serving your coun- try. Those medals speak well of your work. Yes, I have grown a little gray since ' 17, but that is only natural. Say, what has become of ' us all? ' ' Way out here among the Rockies I can ' t keep in touch with ' nobody, nohow. ' Doc and I were in the same Synod for a while, but he fell into a swell job and I haven ' t heard from him since. Ten years ago that was. Rich ! And happy ! Good. I knew he was going to be a regular ' fighting parson ' up there among the old New Hampshire hills. He must be preaching some masterpieces to hold down a job like that. Page Twenty-Two