Susquehanna University - Lanthorn Yearbook (Selinsgrove, PA)

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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

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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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And what about Bulick ? Mr. Bay, as Prexy used to call him. In busi- ness? Bulick, Knorr Stouffer, a good combination. I didn ' t think Sam would stick to teaching long, not enough money in it. And Knorr, you say couldn ' t stand the pressure of law. Three hundred thousand a month ? Wow ! That ' s some concern. But having everything down to a working basis means a great deal in this day. Yes, Rine is still blustering away in the pulpit, but he says his lumbago is getting the better of him and he has to take regular exercises to keep down weight. He has stuck to the same post, building up one of his mission congre- gations to a membership of twenty-five hundred, and they have erected the largest and finest church in eastern United States. He always was a hustler — and all the little Rines are following in their dady ' s footsteps ! We certainly had a bunch of teachers among our number. There were Jarrett and Herman — the shining lights of the class. I ' m not surprised that Kepner is a well-to-do bachelor, but really I thought Phoebe would be a vic- tim of some far-famed lover pleading with tears in his voice. Rothfus and Mummert and Kaylor still teaching? It wouldn ' t surprise me to see a College President out of this bunch. Not Phillips? Well, what do you know about that! President of ' Ford University, ' Chicago — impossible! But if you say so, it must be true. More power to you, ' Eddie. ' You know Kirk is Secretary of Internal Affairs. He usually had the inside dope anyway, especially on the gridiron. Yes, he got a drag somehow and slipped into a lifelong ' loaf but, you say, he is measuring up to it like a six-foot-three of 42 centimeter calibre ! And Bruce had a government job, too, but it didn ' t last long — or rather he didn ' t. He was army doctor for a little while and the boys got to kicking because he wouldn ' t prescribe whiskey for mosquito bites, and one night he disappeared unbeknown to any one. A monu- ment in the National Cemetery at Washington, D. C, holds sacred his memory. Drumm and Remaly, both happy in old age, are living a retired life. They say their days are numbered and they are ready to give up the ghost. Our own little Marion has saved many an ache and pain by becoming an expert household economist. She has always made it a rule to practice what she preaches, and a cheerful smile always greets her callers. And ' Livy ' — yes, her case was hope- less. She would marry a Missionary and go to Africa. No one has heard from her since. But if the Cannibals did eat her, let us hope that her ghost will haunt them day and night until the whole world is Christianized. Furst comes last, but not least. Gordon was ever ' fair ' to look upon, and having broken many a heart, finally settled in a downtown flat in his ' native land ' and went into the ' general merchandise business, just to ' while away ' the time, having made his fortune in Wall Street while yet a bachelor. — Oooh ! What ' s that? — er — there! It ' s a good thing that old alarm didn ' t go off any sooner or this prophecy might never have been finished ! E. M., ' 17. Page Tzventy-Thrce