Tarkio College - Tarkiana Yearbook (Tarkio, MO)

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TI-IE GIRLS OF MARSHALL I-IALL. Andante non troppo. I,m a coy and humble maiden for a farmer's daughter am I, I 've learned to run with the chickens and to bake an apple pie. But when I 'm in Tarkio I never will work at all, For I,ve joined a gang, a terrible gang, the girls of Marshall I'Iall CHORUS. For we are, we are, we are, we are the girls of Marshhall I'Iall, We are, we are, We are, we are the girls of Marshall I'IaII. Oh, we must be in by ten, but you bet we '11 come again, For we are, we are, we are, we are the girls of Marshall I-Iall. And now I am the gayest girl that every struck the towng It takes a mighty cantankerous Prof to dare call me clown. And I comb my hair each day or I never comb it at all, just as it suits my fancy, for I 'm a girl of Marshall I-Iall. Oh, I'm the pet of the matron and a model for all the rest. She points to me with ecstacy and bids them do their bestg To follow where I lead if they ever want to be A second Mrs. Chadwick in the pen-i-ten-tia-ree. C. MCC., '04

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AN ALUMNA TALKS FOR NO APPARENT GOOD REASON. All college students are divided into two classes of which the student body occupies the present, the Alumni the past. The mutual interest existing between the two is rather perfunctory. It is on the one hand the interest we bestow on our grandfather's cousins-- respectful but deprecatingg on the other the half-superior, half-affectionate concern with which we watch our younger brothers and sisters taking possession of our high chairs. As the Alumnus returns for his first visit to his Alma Mater and discovers his familiar haunts full of unfamiliar forms he feels himself adrift and finds himself humming, All Students Look Alike to Mei' to the tune of By Babel,s Streams. And the student in uncon- scious retaliation bumps into the famous half-back of ninety-blank, or brushes past the orator whom the last generation delighted to honor-and never knows! It is the Alumnus in fact who differentiates the most for he is on familiar ground. l-le divides the students into Freshmen, Sophomores, Juniors, Seniors, into Athenians and Ciceronians fhe is only learning about the Forumj, into those who know their A-B-Cs and those who have learned as far as F, into those who are related to Prof. Brown and those who are not. The student, according to his light on future possibilities, asks only, Married or single? ln the confused 'inlinitude of future contingencies he is afraid to steer any further into thevsea of empirical particulars. fThe senior will observe that the Alumnus, at a safe distance, even dares trifle with Schweglerj But really we would recommend you students to take an interest in us Alumni just on the principle of a look before you leap. This is what you are coming to, you know, unless you have bad luck. You will come to us, but we will not return to you fexcept Tom lVliddleton.J And life is very pleasant on this side of the Commencement fence. Upon the student body rests the future of the nation with all the cares and problems per- taining thereto. To the Alumni falls their own share of the immediate present, a burden more tangible and more limited. Student life is a hundred yard dash. The Alumnus finds an occasional mossy stone on which he may sit down and reflect how far he has come and through what pleasant places. For the Alumnus perceives the pleasures of college life more plainly than he saw them as a student and develops a tardy appreciation for the hard knocks. And just as the Sophomore who safe in his room gloats over the wiener-roast of which circumstances required a hasty disposal, so the Alumnus enjoys in retrospect the good times which he was too busy to realize while he was in the thick of them. And yet he smiles his own contented little smile when by chance he hears the fervent chapel speaker aver that life's happiest days are spent in college halls. As though, forsooth, in the old reliable phrase he were saying, Cheer up! the worst is yet to comeln But if we cherish a shade of resentment toward the occupants of our particular high chairs none the less do the affections of the Tarkio College Alumni hark back to their Alma Mater-to the meadow larks and the belfry stair and the wierd palimpsests known as examination boards. And the writer who by a rare privilege sees from the chapel rostrum things erstwhile seen from the sixth row back sends through Tarliiana to Alumni every- where news of the material progress of Tarkio College. It will greet you even beyond 0 QYY 'B V gf , ws. -.. x