University of Arizona - Desert Yearbook (Tucson, AZ)

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Drama in Three Acts. ACT I. Scene 1. Time, September, 1911. Father Alma Mater: (standing at gate entrance) In sooth, I say, unless my eyes deceive me There approaches a mighty and goodly array. Ah! ’tis well, this valiant throng demands admission, And unless I am mistaken this company Will prove to be the brightest and the best That e’er adorned Arizona’s glorious land. C. Edgar Goyette:.. (approaching gate and see Father Alma Mater). Kind sir, I pray thee, grant to us admission Within thy walls, and to thee and this institution, We will forever serve. We arc a valiant throng, warriors bold, And full of noble aspirations. Me thinks this company, Can serve you well and bring to you glory and renown. Father Alma Mater: (opening gate with beaming smile). Enough, enough, my eyes are still bright and clear, ’Tis a fair company here gathered. Ah, in sooth, ’tis a kind and goodly wind that brought you here, This day shall be marked in brilliant hues, Upon my parchment, and future generations Shall point to this day as long to be remembered I gladly welcome thee. And like unto other classes thou shalt be named; From this day forth thou shalt be called great and glorious— The Class of 1915. Percy Minister: (in a high voice). Alas! this day has been warm, And many weary miles have 1 trod. 1 pray thee, grant me food and drink. And furthermore, unless 1 quickly come by it, An hour's time will be too late to save The glory of the class, for sure starvation Will claim the best and brightest of them all. Father Alma Mater: (soothingly). Enough, anon, and cease this lamentation. Think not of the discomforts of the body— Though, in sooth, thou hast a lean, and hungry look—

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But of the mind. But in yon building You will find tables spread for all, So hie ye hence. Scene II. J. Angus McIntosh: (a few days later to men of the class), Gather warriors bold, discard all warlike weapons, 1 But armed with hairclippers, we will retaliate, Fearning naught; and woe be unto those, Who have so rudely shorn us of our locks. From this day forth, “We will do things”, And our doings will shine and be as bright As the light that doth from our bald pates shimmer. Scene III. (last class meeting of year). C. R. Jones: (to the class), ’Tis well, the closing work of our first year, Vainly did our enemies the Sophomores, Try to down our zeal and class spirit. Our class banquet was a great success, all know, Such fun! such dainties! and such joyful 1 ness! A fitting close of the first year of our existence. Normal C. Hayhl rst: Ah well ,doth the class of 1914 remember us, And all those that saw our work as well, 1 refer to the punishment of those Sophomores, Who so rudely stole our honored class President, Upon the eve of our banquet, and bore him away by auto. But he escaped in time and arrived to join us In our merrymaking. You all know how the ringleaders four, were taken Far out upon the desert bare. And then With naught bur nature’s covering and lowly barrels Were forced to tread many weary miles Of hot, stony, cacti-covered desert. Father Ai.ma Mater: (musingly as he heads over his record book for 1911-12). Low and behold, the records of that illustrious class, How above all others, they stand. The numerals “1915”. adorn the breasts of many Gridiron warriors. There are runners Fleet and strong in their midst, And the men who run and throw about a ball, Are mighty because of the class of 191 5. In sooth, both in sport and study Doth this class rank high.