University of Arkansas Fayetteville - Razorback Yearbook (Fayetteville, AR)

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Chemistry, German and French. This year things seemed brighter for us, for it was evident to all of us that the conflict was nearing an end. In the autumn of 1904 we once more assembled and followed the leadership of the Lord Protector Cromwell, the Math-killer. He led us victoriously through the campaign, and in June, 1905, each member of the band received formal written surrender from the Faculty. However, we are still discontented. The wise men tell us that the world is growing hap¬ pier—that we live longer than did our fathers, have fewer wars and discords, and higher hopes and aspirations—so say the wise men; but deep in our own hearts we know they are wrong; for have we not, each one of us, in that May of life, when the world was young, started out lightly and airily along the path that led over green meadows to the blue mountains on the distant hori¬ zon, beyond which lay the great world we were to conquer? And though others dropped behind, have we not gone on through morning brightness and noonday heat, with eyes always steadily forward, until the fresh grass began to be parched and withered, and the way grew hard and stony, and the blue mountains resolved into gray rocks and thorny cliffs? And when at last we reached the toilsome summits we found the glory that had lured us on was only the sunset glow that fades into darkness while we look and leaves us at the very goal to sink down, tired in body and sick at heart, to close our eyes and dream again, not of the fame and fortune that were to have been ours, but only of the old-time happiness that we have left so far behind. 19

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The History of the Class of 1905 ( Compiled from contemporary works by one of its members.) Grievous and very much to be commiserated is the lot of the sympathetic historian who writes the history of his own class. With feeling hand and tearful eye, he draws back the curtain of oblivion that veils the great actions of former years. In the month of September, in the ever memorable year 1901, we gathered at the Main Building of the University of Arkansas, which is, as you may perceive by looking at the map, one of the grandest, goodliest, and most magnificent buildings in ' the entire world. It is situated on an eminence in the midst of a group of splendid departmental buildings, which our all-wise, but hard-up Legislature has generously granted to us. This mighty array of eighty-nine valiant youths and fair maidens, led by De Woody Dick¬ inson, prepared to take the field. The eyes of all prepdom were turned upon us. Antiquity scowled sulkily out of its grave to see itself outdone, while even posterity stood mute, gazing in ecstacy on the eventful day. Some of us came from distant countries, but many others had just escaped from King Cole of prepdom. The year was spent in constant warfare with the tyrannical rulers who were called Profs. It would have fared ill with our noble band if the mighty generals, Hinds and Noble had not assisted us with their mercenary cavalry. Nevertheless, several were utterly vanquished by the merciless tyrants, and others were so severely wounded that they were not able to keep up with their fellows, and were obliged to fall behind or join the ranks of the Special class. I June of 1902, a truce was declared. In September of the same year hostilities were resumed. The army had been reduced to a small band of thirty-six, led by A. H. Beard. We continued the struggle and were able to go through the campaign without any numerical loss. Finally after a nine months ' struggle, a cessation of hostilities was agreed upon, but the mighty conflict was again renewed in September, 1903. The band strove mightily for another year, and was engaged principally in killing Math IS

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Tales of the Thousand and Sixty-one Nights or The Arkansas Nights. (Translated from a fragment of a manuscript discovered by Prof. Butinski.) Exordium. In the name of the most worthy Sultan Henry S. Hartzog, the Compassionate, the Mer¬ ciful ; praise be to Henry, the Beneficent King, the Ruler of the University, who has been mer¬ ciful unto delinquents. May blessings and peace be upon him, unending and constant unto the Day of Judgment. To proceed: The lives of former generations are a lesson to posterity. That men may review the remarkable events which have happened to others, and be admonished, and may consider the history of people of preceding ages and of all that hath befallen them, and be restrained—this history of the Class of -1905 is ordained. The Vision oe Nojah Ben Omar. On the twentieth day of the moon, when, according to the custom of my associates, I at¬ tended the morning devotions, I ascended the high stairs to the Library, in order to pass the day in meditation among the wise and learned. While I was sitting there, one in the habit of a war¬ rior came to me and said: “If thou wouldst have good wisdom and right understanding, follow me.” He then led me up to the highest pinnacle of the tower, and said to me: “Cast thy eyes northward, and tell me what thou seest.” “I see,” said I, “a valley with a great stream flowing through it, over which is a mighty bridge on four broad arches.” “That valley,” said he, “is the Vale of College Life.” I looked more attentively, and saw crowds of people passing over it, and a black cloud hang¬ ing over each end of it. “Those four arches,” said he, “are the four years of college life.” As I looked more attentively I saw several of the passengers dropping through the bridge into the great stream that flowed underneath it and, upon closer examination, I saw that there were concealed pitfalls, which were very numerous at the middle and the end of each arch. Many in the midst of frivolity and jollity dropped through these pitfalls, which, my conductor told me, were called examinations. At length I said: ‘ ‘Show me the secrets that lie concealed be¬ yond the dark cloud at the farther end of the bridge.” I received no answer, and was turning 20