University of Minnesota - Gopher Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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•ti ' ii ■ ' ■ ' i ' k W- i ' 5 ' fi 1 themselves the captors of a deserted farm house or strongly fortified straw stack. Oftentimes it requiretj some heroic work on the part of the cadet officers to convince their men of the strategic importance of these positions. Parade and guard mount followed later in the afternoon. Taps ended the day and the cadets turned in to dream of exams and — co-eds. But camp life was not without its pleasures. The cadets had much amusement at the expense of Aga- memnon, the invalid pop-corn vend- er, and this individual, after a hair- raising ride in a thirty-cadet power pea-nut wagon, decided on an im- mediate change of climate. Base ball was quite popular. The bat- tery team, ably assisted by their private umpire, defeated all comers Jim and King and won the disputed championship of camp. Another popular pastime was bouncing, and few were the commissioned officers who failed to learn at least the rudiments of aerial navigation. The hospitable evening camp-fire of the battery al- ways drew a large number of men who made the welkin ring with their songs and glees. Tales of formei campaigns were related and, invari- ably, these sessions ended in a huge parade which wound through camps to the stirring strains of appropriate oriental music, furnished by an augmented orchestra. Oft on a chilly night, the slumbers of the weary soldierettes were rudely disturbed by some brazen-voiced sentry, who, desirous of gaining favor with his officers, would proclaim the hour in tones which rivaled the discordant shrieks of a steam calliope. Nuhumber Tuee! Three-e-h-c ' clock hand hall ' s wa-hell! Whereupon, with a great creaking of cols and many sleepy ex- pressions of delight, the cadets would roll over, murmuring their opinion of sentries and sentry duty. Occasionally, the interruption was of a different nature. Corporal of the guard! Relief! Number two! Say Corp, old scout, my feet are so blame cold I can ' t walk! I ' ll give you three packages o ' Durham if you ' ll get someone else to hold down (his bloom- ing post. The encampment was an unqualified success! The necessary work only made the hours of fun and comradeship the more worth while. At the end of the week the encampment had become a Minnesota institu- tion. mmmi

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SoAlilM , ' -■ I ' fb f M .; fc %. -.fe. ' vi ' - ' i. ' ' : ' ? ., Jiusltinii HE batlle is not to the strong, nor the race to the swift. The trumpet calls, the battle is on, the race is begun. Two charming young ladies put on their white kid gloves and go to call on an- other young lady, who receives them blushingly. They converse correctly; the two white-gloved young ladies are intensely interested in the in- terests of the at-home young lady, and the at- home young lady is deprecatingly interested in the broad, intellectual interests of the white- gloved young ladies. Their mutual friends are good for all of fifteen minutes of animated con- versation. The two young ladies rise to take their leave, and one, holding the hand of her little hostess, says; Now, you will let me help you register, won ' t youP The hostess blushes again, and murmurs a shy assent. Outside the door, they of the white gloves congratulate one another. Made a hit, says one. Isn ' t she a dear? exclaims the other. IMPLICATION. Summer comes. The weather grows very warm. They of the white gloves are very busy. They spend their mornings sitting at the telephone, most unconventionally attired, talking — yes even to the point of hoarseness — to the butcher, the baker, the candle-stick maker — and the alumnae. They spend the afternoon in a hot, steaming kitchen spreading sandwiches; between remarks as to the quality of the butter ihcy exchange excited comments on the characters, personalities, histories. and prospects of their last evening ' s guests. They spend their evenings entertaining. They pass around sandwiches and coffee and ice cream and salad, though their souls sicken, and their hearts grow faint within them. They sing, though their throats be dry. and their tongues cleave to the roof of their mouths. They converse, though their intellects dry unto dust and the founts of their wisdom trickle away. And they perform — oh yes, they perform though their col- lars do melt, and their laugh- ter is hollow. And the en- tertained sit by and eat and eat, and smile, and say th;y had a lovely time, and go home, and change their dress- es and go out and are enter- tained further. And this, some one has called by the name of Rushing. But it is. in truth. ABOMINATION. The weather is no longer warm. It is hot. September has come; matriculation week commences. Many, many young ladies stand in line, and lie in wait. Twos and threes put their heads together and ■■ ' =• ' ' - --