University of Wisconsin Stevens Point - Horizon / Iris Yearbook (Stevens Point, WI)

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Edith M. Hill, Vice Pr« . Kerdin nd JaasUd, TreM Junior Glass Officers John K. Morse, Pr«». Katharine Johnson. See.

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ODE TO THE JUNIORS 1906 The rill that frets and foams and sings High on the mountain side Obeys the force that sometime brings It to the ocean wide. For Nature's laws must be obeyed, The rills to brooks must grow, The daring, dushing leap be stayed In a more steady flow. The brooks their titles soon give o’er To streams of mighty motion Which, calm, majestic, hear the roar Of the eturnal ocean, The freshman, with his tiny rill of learning, Plays prettily with knowledge, mid his yearning To 1m the Soph’more brook, to be so wise, In his and in his classmates eyes, That what he knows shall, like the mighty brook. Swoop Ignoranco before him with a look. Ho chafes and chatters, As he onward clatters, And dares to wonder in his modest way Whether he’ll be a Sophomore some day. A Soph, he is delighted with his power And longs to wield it every hour. He knows the way, His own way he will come. While Learning has to stay To see him come. His fierce impetuosity, His infinite precocity, Each is a small (?) monstrosity ! He leads no life of quiet nor of ease: He fears no faculty nor strives to please; He scarce can keep within its narrow banks His torrent stream of wit. his jokes and pranks. Hut ah! this babbling, bubbling, boist’rous brook Discovers that the world is not a nook Or for him to stray in ! Afar ho sees the river’s glistening gleam, And slacks his pace to greet the noble stream. The stream slips smoothly on: The Soph’morc brook is gone. The Junior stream runs smooth and deep Her even-tenored way to keep. No Freshman fears, no Soph’more noise Disturbs its course amid its joys: With depth and power its flow is fraught As seen in calm unruffled thought. Our characters are as sealed books Whose titled covers are our looks, Who sees a Junior mark him well: His balanced bearing one can tell By face, by mien and attitude As giving Ease full latitude Yet keeping all within control Mid steady striving toward the goal. His is the medium between The Soph'more and the Senior mien : The one conceit, the other care. Moth writhe with essays of despair! This lacks knowledge, that’s too sage ; That wants youth and this lacks age (?) : But the Junior spirit keen Stands the two extremes between : Senior wisdom, Sophomore wit Both the happy Juniors fit! When our river’s gentle motion Ceases with next year's commotion. When the Seniors have been crowded To the sea in tumult shrouded, Where the gusty gales assail them,— Then our thought can but bewail them; For we must take their places. “Vanish Ease ! And fly, ye Graces.” Junior anchorages sunder As we hear the rough waves thunder. J. II. Browns.