University of California Los Angeles - Bruin Life / Southern Campus Yearbook (Los Angeles, CA)

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Lo ! they fovind their troul)les vanished, Their request liad not been unheard But the Faculty, the Mighty, Looked upon their woes with sorrow, Told them of the whys and wherefores That their trials had been so heav3% Told them how they longed to help tliem. How they had already helped them. Re-adjusting all their conferences ; Told them of their predecessors, And their hard and stony pathway ; Spoke to them sweet words of comfort, Alade the pathway seem more cheerful — And the future look more hopeful. J, TROXEL, S. ' 05. It has been said that a mother loves her most wayward child best because he has greatest need of her love. If this is true, and if an increase in love is proportional to the increase in waywardness, your devotion for your child of 1905 must almost amount to worship. This youngest child of yours has had ideas of her own on several subjects, and some of her ideas did not accord with your ideas as to what was for her own good, and what she would thank you for when sne reached years of discretion. She liked to dance : she liked to laugh and be gay ; she liked to skip through the halls ; she even liked to whistle. But you, knowing how detrimental such frivolity is to character building, put it down with kind, firm disapproval (especially firm). Occasionally she could not see all the privileges showered upon her, in the light you saw them. Naturally, at such times she chaffed and longed to be free from your be- neficent guidance. Sometimes she raised her voice in open protest or petition. Then she would wait anxiously for your decree. Her hopes would fall ; her hopes would rise ; then would come indifference. Meanwhile you made up your mind. If you re- laxed enough to compromise joy ran riot, and all her former love for you came rushing back. These are the kinds of experiences this 1905 child had while with you. Now that it is almost time for her to go the way of your other children, the remembrance of your severity is being lost. When she thinks of the friends she has made while with you, and how you really have made her strong to stand alone, it seems to her that these will be the memories to last. She can honestly say that now she has just as much respect and love for you, as she could have had if rebellic n had never held sway i ' l her heart.

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THE TIME FAMINE ( ). the luiiy and ilrcary school luiur 1 ( ). the everlasting school hours! Ever longer, longer, longer Grew the hours on every i)rogram, Ever deeper, deeper, deeper Piled the work upon the Senior riled the work and well-nigh swaniiicd him L ' nder burdens much too heavy. Hardly from his pressing d uties Could the student find relief. Vainly wailed he of his sorrows. Sought for rest or help and found none. Saw no time for any class-meets ' — Saw no time for his rehearsals. Saw from tests no hope of rescue. Saw for tests no time to study. In the unavoidable exam Failed, and could not bring his work up. Failed, his soul in gloom and sorrow. Failed, and so passed from among us. (In their hearts a deailly sorrow, In their faces firmest resolve). Framed in words of burning eloquence. Written on the finest parchment. O, our Faculty, the j Iighty, Said they in their great petition, ' Give us time to have class meetings, Give us time to write our notes up. Give us time for our rehearsals. Give us conferences no longer, Give us time or we shall all fail — We shall fail and recover never. Through the far-extending hallways. Through the hallways long and devious ' ent the petition with its protest. Till it reached the Mighty Teachers. And was read by these, so mighty. But there came no other answer Than the echo of their crying. Than the echo of the hallways, Never! ever! ever! never! ( ), the anguish of the Seniors! All Room Y was filled with groaning With their bitter lamentations ! Burning were their words of protest. Sorrowful their words of distress, i ' orth then to the Mighty Faculty Sent the Seniors a ])etition. All week long the Seniors labored Over notes and plans and lessons. With no hope of help before them, With no hope of rescue near them. Seven long days and nights they laborei Hopeless, helpless, full of sorrow. But U])nn a sunny morning

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MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING Irene norl ' iiK-ier. ( iiic Ajiril iiioniiiii; ' . as the Facult} ' were leaviiis the clia])el. Miss I ' ark, an editinjj Senior of the Exponent. said to the Junior sitting in front of her. May I speak to you after chorus for a few minutes? ' liereupoii this said Junior shivered and shook, w-ondering what a Senior would wish to speak to her for. Perhaps to tell her that if she could not sing alto all of the time she had better get out of the alto section. . 11 through song prac- tice she conscientiously strove to hit only alto notes and kept her eyes fairly glued on Miss Hagan s baton. At last chorus was over, and Miss Park was saying, Now we want this year ' s Exponent to be the best that was ever ]nd)lished. And among other things, we hope to have some short stories. Now I want you to wTite a story. Will you? Why. I can ' t write! But I will tell the girls of my class, and perhaps they will send in something. Very well — tell the girls, if you wish; but I want you to write something, for I was told that you can write. Who told you that? Oh. never mind who told me. You just get your story in as soon as possible. The bells were ringing, so the puzzled Junior dashed down the hall toward the recitation room, lint instead of listening to Miss Dunn ' s explana- tion of the peculiar distinction between ' rebellion and ' revolution, she was thinking: Miss Park talks as if I am able to. and surclv will send in a