University of Akron - Tel Buch Yearbook (Akron, OH)

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Qllasa nf 1911 COLORS--Brown and Cold. Qfitlirrrs Prcsidcnl, - - ARDIQN E. IPIARDCROYE Vice Preeidenl. - - ALBERT Mwaus Sccrclarp and Treasurer Qllzum Urll Hurrah, Hurrah. Rip. Rap. Raven. Buchtel Seniors Nineteen Eleven. 25 Brass ROTH EN HOILFER

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1911 0112155 13119111 NYZ WAIR Buchtel, our days with thee draw to a close gli f LA With their wealth of bright memories dear, I Yet at ev'ning the sun shines as bright as it rose Wi On the morn of our college career. The voice of the Future now calls us away And with joy to the call we respond, From thy gentle bosom thy children must stray To new fields that await them beyond. We stand on l..ife's seashore and gaze on the main, On the billows that break on the shore, And with noble ambition each bosom doth strain To be out 'mid the wild ocean's roar. We heed not the might of the tempest's strong arm, Cr the depths of the wild midnight sea, Where'er we are borne amid danger,s alarm We shall conquer triumphantly. No task is too great for the heart that is light, For the soul that is noble and pure, I And those who are seeking for truth and for right Of a gracious reward may be sure. Oh, Nineteen-eleven, her heart is as true As the hearts of our heroes of old, , And ere we depart let us homage renew To old Buchtel, her blue and her gold. May thy halls long resound with the laughter of youth May thy name and thy fame brighter grow, May thy students drink deep from thy fountains of truth In the richness of youthful life's glow. 9 May thy campus grow green in the kiss of the spring May thy trees blush with bloom in the sun, May the song of the bird as he Hits on the wing Blend with carols by students begun. 9 May no cloud ever shadow thy sky's arch of blue, May no error debase truth's pure gold, May thy sons be as strong and thy daughters as true As thy sons and thy daughters of old. And Nineteen-eleven, with true hearts and strong, Tho' to Buchtel we now say farewell, In memory ever will carry a song ' That for Buchtel oft fondly will swell, 24

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Gllann Qininrg 'gtizffki HISTORY of 1911? That would require more eloquence than our 'gg Qs very professors possess. Besides, were a Senior to write his own class his- 7?p K gf E tory, someone would be sure to say, Too much self-praise! So, it may w be best to publish a letter which was picked up on the campus not long lgdgt' ago, and later found to have been written by one of our little Freshmen: My dear, dear Mamma:- Cne more week of college gone, and each week seems better than the one before. It's a grand old school, but the grandest thing about it is the Senior class. Of course, my class is fine, but oh! I wish I were a Senior! Theres are twenty-one in the class and that's the largest there has been for a long time. They started in the right way when they were Freshmen by letting the Sophomores beat them in basket-ball. I understand that is the proper thing to do. But when they were Sophomores, they won both the tug-of-war and a basket-ball game from the Freshmen. One day, that same year, the Freshmen girls thought the Sophomores were going to have a social, and wasted a whole afternoon tying them up. But when they found that the Sophomores hadn't even planned a social, they felt so squelched that they left the 1911 girls alone after that. The 1912 class tried to get ahead of 191 1 lots of times, but they couldn't do it. V You,ve heard me speak of Tree Day, haven't you? Well, last year, when they were Juniors, they surprised the whole school by coming to the banquet in yellow caps and gowns, with brown tassels on the caps. Everyone says they looked just like the Senior Class, only much brighter. Even Prexy said they looked just lovelyf, And, oh! mother, I wish I could have been at their Hop! It must have been beautiful, all trimmed up with brown and gold paper and chrysanthemums. The people that were there haven'i, stopped talking about it yet. But there is some consolation. Maybe I'll get a bid for their Prom. Commencement week. Now that they are Seniors, you ought to see them work. The school never could exist without them. They were the first class to make a pledge toward the Endowment F und and they are going to give two hundred and ninety dollars. But just wait till you see their Tel-Buch! I'll bring one home with me in June. There goes the supper bell. Good-bye! Your loving daughter, M., 26