University of Maine at Portland - Reflection / Umpire Yearbook (Portland, ME)

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PUVIAN afield, hut in this tournament which is to follow. our valuation will be placed on the way we practice the fair play and indus- try that has slowly been inculcated into our being during the past years. Our undergraduate course has begun afresh, but in a sterner institution than we have before experienced. Here we blaze our own trails into the wilderness of human existence. to lind our own places. It is all in accordance with the individ- ual how far we go. and how right. llVith time we may find the ideals and hopes we hold today are unattainable and unworw thy. and we will change them to more practicable elevations. and less selfish. When we tln change them. let us strive to cast aside self in favor of others. we cannot always expect the love and trientlsh'p of mankind as a wlmle. but we can demand, and receive their universal respect and admiration. Let all men dif- fer with us on all points. political, social. religious,il:ut let our moral justice he so true. so exact that our opinion may never be questioned. Set a goal far ahead, and all through life aim at that point with a steadfast determination to. conquer, swerving aside only to help those who may have last their way. 1With self-control, and sportsmanship, the world is ours, and we have solved the question of life. We must, too. keep al- ways in our mind's eye the fact that sum eess is not measured alone by the pecun- iary wealth we may earn and amass. but by the fact that we may live harmonious- ly with those with whom we are eon- stantly associating. CARLETON POTTER SMALL. RECORD PUBLICATION The publication of This PUvaN this year constitutes a record. lV'ork was I925 29 begun on the iSSue on lX-ietlne-sday. April 22, and the entire book was in press twelve days later, May l. THE PUYIAN was considered a dead issue by the school, for the Junior Class was not large enough to run the book, therefore it was a sur- prise to the school when the Debating Association took over the job at the last minute, and each member of the small board deserves great credit tor the hustling spirit showed. Because of the lack of time the board has used, tthgh the courtesy 0f the Portland Evening Express, almost wholly newspaper cuts. HISTORY OF OUR COLLEGE iCentinued from page Ell students, but today it is over one hundred 00m. with prospects of a big increase this coming fall. The class that matriculated at the time the University was organized graduated last May, and the success which these young men and women are attaining speak well of the training which they re ceived. Several have entered the teach- ing profession, and are located in our own high schools and schools of other states; some are located in the offices of Certi- fied Public Accountants, and others are connected with large business hrms, banking institutions, and other industries. There will be Fifteen members in the graduation class this year. The com- mencement program will begin May 2-3rd with a Field Day for the entire student body and friends. Baccalaureate service will be held Sunday, May 24. Monday. May 25th will be Class Day, and Tues- day. May 26th, the graduation exercises will he held in the auditorium of the Uni- versity. Professor L. C. Amiden of New York University is expected to he one of the Commencement Day speakers.

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28 PORTLAND UNIVERSITY ' THE BARCAROLE tCoutinued from page 22h wayward houseeat eauhl be seen return- ing from a night of revelry. There might ham been one. but the darkness was ver- ily complete. and the shadows too deep to see into it. The Arno Rowed lazily along. its waters gently caressing the banks of clayish earth. as it progressed. Now and then there appeared some- thing heating on the surface, heedless of any destination; or was it merely a fancy? 0n the opposite shore the houses were built down to the very water it; self, and thus presented an almost im- pregnahle barricade of hriekst as their ex- panse was unbroken. Not far dOWn the river, the Ponte Vecchio, as dismal and forbidding at night in the quietness, as it is friendly and vivacious by daylight, con! nected the two banks in an almost 33:60- tionate embrace. The whole atmosphere bred loneliness. The distant hell tolled the hour of three. As I stood musing 0n the awfulness of solitude, that sensation again became ap- parent. There seemed to be 110 expla- nation for it. It was a voice, yet there was nothing to hear. All was silent. Was it a child that moaned in its sleep, or a muf-Hed sob of grief? Now the Weird feeIing heeame continuous. It was more like a sound than ever, but it necessitated complete concentration. In the distance was the faint sound of someone singing. Such then was the transition from the sensation of direct feeling. It really was then a voice, that seemed to he carried by means of some single atmospheric wave through the night. and the wave dehected enough to reach me when others apparently were - unefi'ected. Now the person getting nearer, the song became clearer. It was not long before the voice of a woman could he un- mistakably recognized. She was pour- ing out her emotimi in a haunting rhap- sody. In one breath she sohbed, and in the next. she soothed .3 she Would glide up the scale, hoiding the last note in a ques- tioning, tantalizing manner. There was an uncontrollable depth of feeling all through the song. It was an ode of love, cast at some one in the boat, which the darkness hid as welt. Here and there faces appeared in vari- ous windows. They, too, were under the spefl of the hypnotic eantatriee. There in the silence we steed, drinking in the sounds as the melodious voice continued to pour: How reverent is the voice of these hushed heads. Looking tranquilly. The songstress moved up the river, and the rhythmatic clipping of the oars added to perfect harmony with the vocal fiood. The voice vanished as it had comeeslow- ly-slowly melting into aerial vapours. and was lost. The scene was changed, as the monastery hell marked the half hour, and the darkness hung like folds of crepe that smothered. GIOLITO. GRADUATION Thus begins the greatest chapter of life, with graduation. Prior to this time we have atl more or less stood on ground which has been cleared for 1.15 by carefut and loving hands. we have been regard- ed the yearlings of the human race, but now the doors of Life and Service are opened to us, and we begin to take our place in the great worhl. Our paths may he diverse, and will lead many of us far

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31? - PORTLAN D UNIVERSIT Y THE VALUE OF ATHLETICS tContinued from page 1Q discouraging. and the pupils should be afforded means by which they may seek relief from these mental depressions. Surely no better means of diversion can he obtained than sport. Because of this fag, we may he sure that the authorities will do all in their power to promote ath- letics at our university. RALPH I'IEFLER. GOOD BOOKS tContinued from page 9i .edge of affairs, and surely a broad knowl- edge can be obtained in no better way than by reading current periodicals. Perhaps when the student becomes a. business man, he will he further aided by these ar- ticles in the handling of his affairs. In these excellent American books and mag- azines we End not only instructive facts but interesting ones as well! for they deal with truths, and we all know that truth is often stranger and more remark ahle than fiction. RALPH Human. THE MISTAKE tContinued from page 2 D Agnes gasped; in his hand he held a ring which she recognized the minute she 53. i-jt. How 'coultl she ever forget that stiltaire with the high Tiffany setting that she had worn so long! She gasped again. Wham the matter? Are you sick? iiEOhhy, my Bobby, she cried. it was 311 a mistake? And the next minute she was in his arms. HAZEL TWELCH. WORK W'hen living has lost 311 its savori And loving has East all its charm. When destiny frowns: such disfavor No deeds you magr do can disarm; 'thn creeds you have learned upon crumble, And enrtlfs one-time smih: is a smirk, Donit let yourself totter or tumble- WORK. W'hcu yesterday's errors return to Vex you with ghosts of themselves, And every iast thing that you yearn to Win out is shaved up on the shelves: When Iies stain your mail in the morning, And night hides untruth in its murk, Don't sub 01' try out: take my warning WORK, For he who has man stuff behind him Will triumph and still pay the toll; Fate cannot defame him, 1101' blind him Nor care erowd the size of his soul: Life takes no excuse tor selfisorrow, And death is ashamed of the Shirk, So STICK to thc 'iStraight and the Narrow WORK. THE INNOCENT SUFFERER Great pity do I hold for him, A man with soul 50 meek. Who though was given every chance, But proved himself so weak. He sat in his cell one gloomy eve. Recalling his days 0! yore Alas! to forge mania name to checks, He promised to do no more. Far away in a 1011er cat. Lay an aged man and true, His wayward boy had wandered off. But nothing could he do. Even in his chifdhood days. This hey had often raved: But despite his many unwiseiways, His hey this father loved. Failing East was this parent true. Whose son had pierced his heart. 011, fer a glimpse of his hny's dear face. Err: from old earth he must depart. He drew his breath to be his last. With never ialtering love, And took his place in heaven afar. T0 guide his boy from above. Oh. why muSt parents suffer so, For what their boys have done? Surely. suffering is an evil from which Even the innocent cannot run. RALPH HEFLER.