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

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Junior Class Poem JOSEPH P. BLADES. Second! In his duty prompt at every call, He watched, and wept, and felt, and prayed for all. ROY S. BROWN. Newlywed . God made the country, Man made the town. MARIE GIBBS. Editress , H. Maria Wright . Better be happy than wise. JOHN B. VICKERY. Barber . The noblest mind the best con- tentment has. BUNJIRO HADA. Schopenhauer . Let him be kept from paper, pen and ink. So may he cease to write and learn to think. I have wandered through poems of classes, That have rung since the time of the flood, But not one a suggestion does offer To a poet who ' s still in the bud. These poets who lived in past ages, Tell all the good traits of their class; They have used all the roses and moonbeams, Which the pen of our censors would pass. But for once let us stop our vain babbling, And take a more common-place view, Of the boys and the girls — men and women, Who make up the Junior class crew. There ' s none of us claims to be handsome, And our future — Well, it ' s in the air. We ' re worried for nothing but credits — To be Seniors, and what puts us there. We are glad we avoided the Gem year, And the book with a back like a Ford, Where the Seniors get dandy fine write-ups, And to pay for it go without board. We ' ve come up from row K in the Chapel, Till now we are firmly entrenched In the line of the second defences Where the smoke from the platform is dense. No longer we hear the faint booming Of precept on precept afar; But now we ' re close up in the battle, And of cannon we feel the rough jar. And soon we ' ll be called to the front rank, The place of the Seniors to take, Where corrections fall fastest and thickest. From the fire of the theologs — we quake. 21

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HENRY C. SCHLARB, The Bishop . Conceit is the securest armor a man can wear. ANNA SKOW. Ann . A noble type of good, heroic wom- anhood. HARVEY BROWN. Painter . The man of few words is the best man. ELLA SCHARER. Grandma . The gentler born the maiden, the more bound to be sweet and serviceable. KENNETH AYRES. Lab Fiend . : ' K The drum resounds! To arms ! To arms ! To arms ! THURMAN MOTT. Married . Nothing ever turns up in this world unless somebody turns it up. FRED HALL. Fritz . He was a man in whom I had an absolute trust. GENEVA HORN. A small musical instrument . Cast thy bread upon the waters and after many days it will come back — buttered. BARTON R. POGUE. Amateur Photographer . Success comes in cans, failure in cant ' s. ARLIE E. CORTNER. Preacher . In his day and generation he helped the coming of the king- dom of truth and righteousness, and that is to fulfil one ' s high calling. ■211

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Yet unflinching we ' ll take the decisions, Our murmurings and grumblings are few, Since we wish for a chance in the open To show men the deeds we can do. Now K, Ayres is proficien t at milking, The bossies will mourn when he leaves; And Fred Hall is a good husky fireman; Things move when the coal Freddie heaves. As for Hada, well, he ' s a tall talker, And he ' ll give the old world a good chase At figuring the drift of his lingo, And studying the lines of his face. Herr Brown, he vas been a great bainter, And will make a great change in the scene When on high verdant paint he will slather. And the dining hall takes on bright green. Joe Blades is a peddler of rain coats, His prices are right, they say, too; But when downward the water comes pouring You will think you have dealt with a Jew. Now Gibbs, D. Marie, is a smiler. There ' s none that can beat her broad grin. To the east and the west flow the ripples Of the mirth that took poor Tressler in. Walter Oliver and Miss Skow go together, In my poem as well as in life; For Miss Skow she is seeking a husband, And Walter, he dreams of a wife. Henry Schlarb is our worthy class president, As procrastinator he ' s up to date. He ' ll put off e ' en the matter of dying Until Gabriel pronounce him too late. For a hair-cut or shave, see John Vickery; With book sales he helps this fine trade; For money he whittles our whiskers — Education with rose water made. Miss Scharer is sure our class angel, Nor excuse nor a cut does she make. Miss Horn is her equal companion — Two preachers have charge of their fate. Our married men, Mott, Pogue and Courtlier, Three ships in the harbor of life — No time can they spend in vain pleasure, They ' re engaged, each, in serving a wife! The rest of the class will be victors With those who came up with the flood; But not one a bouquet does now offer To the poet who ' s burst from his bud. B. R. POGUE. VITAL STATISTICS OF THE JUNIOR CLASS. Name Age Appearance Ilohhy Knows About to Become Pogue Courtlier Manage 30 Happy Calm Taking Pictures Theology More than you suppose How to preach Famous D. D. Mott Gibbs 29 20 Sleepy Meek Greek Writing How to go 167 mi. per min. How Senior Author Brown, R. S. Marriage Satisfied Fordology Hebrew Preacher Hall 20 Handsome Blowing How to sing Bachelor Blades Old age Cloudy Mathematics That ' s hard to tell Philosopher Brown, Harvey 22 Pious Studying His place Wise Oliver 21 Reserved Boating What he knows Captain Skow, Anna 18 Exquisite Woman suffrage How to cook First mate Schlarb Cabbage Loud Talking Too much Bishop Vickery 52 Lank Selling bookB How to cut hair Fat man Scharer 28 Baahful Chemistry A lot Popular Horn 35 Short Sociology Better Porter Hada 24 Polite Pessimism How to be quiet Scholar Ayres 19 Variable S. P ' s Little K. Farmer AYRES. 2-1