University of Wisconsin Oshkosh - Quiver Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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Evan Vincent Here is one who has almost as much to do with the running of that school as our President himself. He has had charge of the building since 1893. He came from W aterloo, New York. At first the building was not so large, and he could do the work himself, but since that time there have been several additions to the building, and of course his duties have increased. But no matter how many herct are employed to do the work. Mr. Vincent inspects everything, carefully. There is always something for him to attend to. It's a call from the office or from the library, or a dozen from various members of the Faculty. Then some girl can’t get her locker open, and Mr. Vincent goes to the locker room to wrestle with the obstinate lock. What would the students do without him when it is time to give a play? No one else can manage the curtain. No one else can find all the stage furniture. No one else knows the wonders of the store room. The former students say, it wouldn’t seem like the same school if. when they come back, they didn't hear Mr. Vincent's cheery. “How-do-you-do ?’’ Lathrop W. Vosburc Now I come to the end of my album and this last picture. Samanthy. is that of Mr. Vosburg, one of the best matured men up there, too. It's a good thing he is. especially in cold weather, as he has charge of the heating arrangements in that building, .vfaybe you think that isn't much work. This being engineer has its disadvantages. All is very nice in warm weather, but when a sudden cold snap comes, and the mercury goes down. down. Then’s when Mr. Vosburg has to be careful or his own temperature will go up. up. Calls come from all over the building, More heat, please. Mr. Engineer. All the reply heard is. ‘A cs. What is said after the receiver is hung up no one knows but the little dog who is his constant Companion. Page Twenty-seven

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Nettalie Boucher Yes, Samanthv. perhaps you did know Natalie before. She went to this school herself for four years. She is very tall ami stately, with dark eyes that make many a student green with envy. They tell me that she was born in Wisconsin at Osceola. You know where it is? She has attended a number of schools. She went to Carleton Academy in Minnnesota. and she has been at our University in Madison, the University of Chicago, and Columbia University. Now she is Miss Marvin's assistant in the Grammar room. Gertrude P. Morehart Here is the woman who takes care of the second primary children. She is a serious-minded woman who knows just how to manage little children. She is well-fitted for the task. too. for she is a graduate of the Minnesota State Normal School. She wanted to become still smarter, so she went to the University of Chicago. If experience makes a good teacher, she must l»e an excellent one, for she taught in Minnesota, then she was called way off to Arizona, but finally she came back to Racine, Wisconsin, and from there to the Oshkosh Normal. Mrs. Mabel A. Riordan I remember this one when she was a curly-haired little girl. She was a sweet child! She never got peevish, though up to the age of ten years she never walked a step. No. she wasn’t a cripple—she hopped, skipped, jumped, and ran, but never walked. How she longed to l e the little girl who wore the spangled dress and rode the pony in the circus! When she got older she entered the Oshkosh Normal School and forgot almut the circus girl because she wanted to be a jx etess. She was so earnest a student that she surprised every one who knew her. After she finished her course she taught for some time. Now she is the clerk at the Normal, and she has kept the good habit of never getting angry. Best of all. she still has an ambition. I was talking with her yesterday, and she said that she’d like to live in a little farm house, half veranda, and keep cows and chickens. 1 guess she will have it if she makes up her mind. She usually does get what she wants. George A. Foster The man in the office,” Foster, is the next one. He was l orn up in Florence, Wisconsin. After finishing High School he decided to take a business course, although he did have some thoughts of studying for the ministry. Not that he didn’t have enough patience, though. I certainly believe that one needs more patience in the office than in the other professions. I stopped in the other day, and the telephone calls alone would keep a person busy. One minute he was to see that Thomas wore his rubl»crs home, or that Miss Blank’s dressmaker wanted her to remember the samples.” Then he had to go down stairs to the Manual Training rooms or up in the Attic” to Mr. Briggs’ room. But they do say that he always has time to admire the girls— and boys, too. of course. I’aif Twviily-slx

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TIIK HOAD The road of Youth runs straight away. Away, and up toward the Eastern skies; It is the highway wide and firm. And its Joys are the Joys of Paradise. Of Paradise, ere thistles grew. Or Youth, of pain and travail knew; Ere Earth was curst, or hearts grew sere. Ere flaming sword, or Cherubim. And yet I fancy, there is not one. Who weakly sighs for an Eden. gone. The path of Years, hath many a turn. Narrow and dark, with rock and thorn; When the wounded soul doth scarce outlive I he dull slow coming of the morn. Yet out of the depths of the tortuous road. Of starless doubt, and sullen skies. Comes nobler Joy than Eden gave. Sweeter than Youth and its Paradise. A nobler Joy than the Joy of sense. For Life has a sacred recompense In the jagged thorns we have trodden down. Or silently worn as a mocking crown. Though for the laurel, cypress be Ours, and at last Gcthscmcne. Yet whether the road runs in or out. 'That path alone leads up to God. That path alone is sanctified. Which night and day hath been well trod. W. C. Hewitt. Pa are Twenty-eight