Taylor University - Ilium / Gem Yearbook (Upland, IN)

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Class Poem of College Seniors When, in vain one has sought inspiration When gone is the treacherous Muse, Then, we buckle on cJetermmation. (hor my classmates I could not refuse!) The class needs a poem — for certain! And the poet (?) must needs sing the lay. So here ' s tor the class of 1913 Who are launched out on Varsity Bay. ' The Bay ' s full of skiffs, small and greater. Some listlessly float with the tide; Some bending to oars, sooner or latei Will merge on the lull ocean wide. But a queer, motley crowd are the barges! Varied hued, varied shaped, varied speed. And when the bay unto the sea merges. The class of ' I 3 takes the lead. See how deltly Miss Aliens cruiser Is managed with womanly skill. Of determination accuse her — I he way ' s found where there is a will ! Demure, patient, faithful Miss Tanner Well ballasted ' s her vessel ' s hold. And lucky I 3 ' s on her banner. She ' s true to the silver and gold. Miss Golden hair Brooks, pessimistic. Who graces this fleet, not by chance, Has fitted out bark quite artistic. To launch on the ocean ' s expanse. And there ' s cheery Miss Draper ' s liner Which she has faithfully toiled to equip. Constancy will well define her, And she ' s all in ship-shape for the trip. In the van is our president ' s gunboat. Nine long years he has floundered the bay- But now on his ear falls the sea-rote. Hurrah. Holmes, away, then away! Close behind is friend Lewis ' s schooner With sails all set to the breeze! If the Thompson ' s skiffs got there no sooner In the rear they, too, enter the seas. Ne. t, IS mariner Kidder ' s vessel. Twas launched some time since the ark. The storms with which he ' s had to wrestle Would have wrecked a frailer bark. I hen we ' re out on the cruise of Life ' s Ocean, Our Pilot will see us safe thru. We leave now with tenderest devotion Farewell ! From ' 1 3 to T. U.

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Retrospection of HAD started out upon a journey. The day was beautiful and all about me the trees and grass, in act, all nature was trying to make me joyful. In truth, I was joyful, for here I was, startmg out with some |)leasant companions for the city of Seniority. We had just come from Academyville where we had spent many happy days. In order to reach the city, toward which we were going, it was necessary to pass through Freshman Junction, Sophomoreville, and Juniorburgh. In all these places there were fierce giants, such as: College Algebra, Greek, and History. In order to go from one town to the other one must beat back all these foes. I had learned all these things from Catalogues, and from other pilgrims who had gone through the city of Seniority, and were now out far beyond in the great world. I had just gone through Freshman Junction, when my companions left me to go into other lands. But as I trudged on almost heartbroken that I was to make this journey alone, I had the pleasure of a great surprise. Just as I was about to enter Sophomoreville a certain Tanner joined with me and with her was one called Allen. These two maidens were very enjoyable company and I was glad that we had met. As we hastened on we found that we could easily do our work bv asking help from God and reading from our Bibles as ve labored. College Seniors After the three of us had passed through Sophomoreville we at once came over against Juniorburgh and, to our amaze- ment, learned that three other pilgrims would join us here. One was a Kidder who had formerly been a pilgrim, but had stopped for a few years to preach and to take unto himself a better half. Another was a Draper, a very bright little lady who believed that women should vote. She had raven locks while the other lady, by name Brooks, had very light hair. Then we six pushed on remembering that before us were many tasks. Hardly had we left Juniorburgh and entered the grand old city of Seniority which is noted for great wisdom than a man and his wife attached themselves unto us. They were known to us as Thompson and we did enjoy their presence with us very much. At this time a certain one Lewis, hailing from the east, joined our company. Thus, as I passed through Seniority with these good friends, I was glad as I cast a retrospective view back on all those places through which we had passed, that in place of the ones who had departed from me at first, these good people had joined me. Then as we nine stood at the other end of Seniority, at the Commencement pier upon the river of Life, we bade each other a happy adieu. A Pilgrim Senior.

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Class Prophecy II was a calm still day in June. The Seniors of the College ol Psychic culture, clothed in iheir black gowns, filed in dignified proces- sion into the great chapel, to receive their diplomas from the hands of the learned President of the College. The address of the day was delivered by Dr. Swartz, whose discoveries, a few years previous to th? laws governing mes ' nensm, liypnotism, telepathy and other kindred psychic phenomena, had led to the founding of this College, where hundreds of men and women gathered yearly to study the new science. I listened with great interest to the address on practical applications of telepathy. After the exercises were over, I slipped away Irom the crowd, and walked alone, diploma in hand, to a near by wood, and sat down on a rustic bench to meditate. As I turned my thoughts back over the years, I remembered it had been just ten years since I was graduated from Taylor University. The faces of my class mates came before me and I began to wonder where they were, and what they were doing. Knowing that, in accordance with the recently discovered laws of telepathy it was possible to get my mind in touch with theirs, I waited c uietly. Suddenly, the bnre white walls of a hospital were before my mind. and Miss Allen in nurse ' s uniform, passed back and forth, ministering to the wants of helpless children lying in the tiny white cots. The next moment the scene changed, and I realized that the Rev- erend Doctor Kidder was preparing a sermon to deliver to his cultured audience next Sunday. A grou|i of merry school children passing by, disturbed me just then, and when I again turned my mind toward the invisible, I saw a neat kitchen with rows of shmmg tin ware on the wall, and a charm- ing young matron baking a cake for the family tea. On the floor beside her, a golden haired baby girl was cleaning out the cake pan. I gazed in astonishment for I supposed Miss Brooks would enter upon a liusiness career. 1 waited a long time for any further news but finally learned that Mr. Lewis was a distinguished professor of I heology in a large semi- nary. Mr. and Mrs. Thompson I found on a farm m the west, whether visiting or living there, I could not determine. Mr. Holmes was doing a noble work among the coal miners of Pennsylvania. In vain I waited for some message for Miss Tanner, but as I knew she had gone to China as a missionary ' s wife I concluded that at that time she was probably asleep, which accounts for my failure to get in touch with her.