University of Nebraska Omaha - Tomahawk / Gateway Yearbook (Omaha, NE)

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aigasifiiMBriga i igi GATEWAY I G lonk of Btnwrs The copper colored sun dropped as if by magic as the huge steamship, Redick Hall, lifted anchor and lurched forward into the troubled waters. Great confusion issued among the passengers until the commander of the ship divided them into classes. One class he called Seniors and they were the ruling class, wise and mighty. Next came the Juniors and then the Sophomores. Last, but greatest in number, came the Freshmen, for there were over forty of them. But the Class called Freshmen brought with them queer ways, which were not accepted by the other classes, especially the Seniors, and they kept away from them, calling them Greenies. And the newcomers gathered together and chose from their number a leader by the name of Reed Zimmerman, who ad- dressed them, saying: Let us make friends with the other classes by giving them a party after the fashion of their own hearts. The largest hall was found, and in the Gymnasium the party was given, and one hundred and twenty-five guests were present. The royal colors of purple and white floated from the walls, and the Freshmen were pleased, for had they not then held, through a heated contest with the upper classmen, their High School colors under which they had served four perilous years. The waves dashed against the hull as the ship drew near the shore and all the passengers disembarked. The spirit of Spring was in the air and the people decided to crown the Queen of the May, as was their custom. And lo ! for the first time the class called Freshmen were given a Maid to the Queen, and they chose from among their number a fair maiden by the name of Louise Brown. Many days elapsed. The old ship was destroyed and in its place stood forth a large and stately construction called Joslyn Hall, but the people could not find the cozy fireplace nor the long study table over and about which they were wont to congregate to solve the mysteries of Algebra or Livy. After the custom of the school, the Sophomores, as those peoples were called who had arrived home safely from Greenland, gave a never-to-be-forgot- ten Hollowe ' en party. Everyone was masked, fortunes were told, ballet dances were given, and Ringling Brothers could not compete with some of the more radical stunts later in the evening. Shortly after the party came the hike chaperoned by Professor Lewis, who, much to his surprise and humiliation, ar- rived home, escorting a pair of ladies ' kid gloves and a powder puff. Now the time was drawing nigh when they must disband, so, after their custom, they did come together to choose a maid to do honor to the Queen of the May, and it came to pass that frolicksome Jessie Tennant was the chosen one. Again the busy students went forth into the hills and valleys where they might be inspired, and fit themselves for the great work of the year to follow. Great was the leadership they displayed. All Avho attended the hare and hound chase learned rapidly about the intricacies of the beautiful hilly woodlands, where the autumn leaves fluttered from the trees as butterflies went overhead. MS MM B MMMMM BM 19 2 0 D aMMiMlMIMiM!MlMM4ie!Ml lJM!Miy!l Twenty-flve

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GATEWAY i GRACE THOMPSON Gateway Club 1, 2, 3, 4. Dramatic Club 2. Utopian 1, 2 3. Y. W. C. A. 3, 4. President 3 Class Vice-President 1 Secretary 2. Student Council 1, 2. LOLA VINCENT Law School of the University 1, 2 3, 4. Law Student ' s Political De- bating Club 4. HARRY W. WENBERG Law School of the University 1, 2, 3, 4. Law Student ' s Political De- bating Club 4. RALPH DAY ZIMMERMAN Law School o fthe University 1, 2, 3, 4. Law Student ' s Political De- bating Club 4. HENRY W. BERRY Law School of the Univer- sity 4. Law Students ' Political De- bating Club 4. 19 2 0 Twenty-font

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GATEWAY Then came the Junior Hop, and great was the fun thereof. This was followed by the Junior party, which, as usual, was very individualistic. When the far- stretching fields of daffodils were rhythmically tossing their heads in the whispering breeze, we chose Peg Powell from our little band to pay homage to our Queen. The path seemed to be growing much narrower and duties were far more numerous ; but as we took this last great step into the Senior class, we saw the clouds rolling by, and, there in the glorious sunshine, towered that ever- longed-for mountain top. A new year came. Although many things had changed, and we were, at last, dignified Seniors, still our roving natures clung to us. Again, Indian-like, we blazed a trail through those peaceful, echoing woods. Somehow we were divided; and, A house divided against itself cannot stand. The account of those on the outskirts will be given elsewhere. Those who kept in touch with the rations, stood by the blazing, crackling fire in the crisp autumn air, and their happy faces beamed with the radiant glow of the fire. How delicious were those bursting weinies, and fluffy marshmallows, which made necessary the gasoline finger bowl. Nevertheless, we still loved one another for we later were reunited around a beautiful table, where we read a peculiar menu, ordered strange things, and, sad to say, acted eventually a little oriental. Again, when apple bows hung white above and the silvery moon winked a shy old eye, we made haste to the dwelling place of elves and fairies. After feasting on food as sweet as nectar, we sang to the harps of the fairies. When we came back to this world the faculty gave us a most delightful reception. Last, but not least, I must remind you of the time the fairies helped us make such beautiful dainty dresses for the girls of the school. Then in each little slipper the fairies placed some wings, so that the girls could dance when all was in readiness. On a snow- white pole they tacked ribbons colored by the rainbow, and in the little baskets from fairyland they placed sweet flowers kissed by the dew. Then they helped us choose a beautiful Queen, Lucille Kendall, and made for her a lovely crown. However, the fairies slipped away before we crowned her Queen of the May, and, alas, it grew dark and gloomy. The thunder roared and the lightning flashed. We made haste to call back the little fairyland folk, and they hid in the pretty baskets, to help us bring sunshine into the hearts of others and to forget the storm without. We feared this would be our last time to dance in fairyland, but we are n ow confident that they will go out into the world with us and help us bring joy and happiness everywhere, so all the world will be brighter and sunnier where we are. 19 2 0 Twenty-six