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

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1906 Junior Officers and Debaters Hannah llrun»tad. Oliver Welnandy, Vic Pre . Duncan II. Reid. Pro , and Debater Debater Arthur Pronin, Verna Phllllpa. Dobiter Secy.

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Junior Land marks. 1. ..Juniors arrive. 2.. .Juniors exploit city, and Normal. 3.. Juniors organize. 4.. We become inquisitive about the Senior Reception. 5.. Juniors give a Reception. ( Seniors well fed.) 6.. 0.r colors—champagne and crimson. 7. .Junior colors go up and stay there 12 hours. 3. .Senior colors rise and fall 12 minutes. 9.. We become eloquent over immigration. 10. .Seniors take us to Hades. 11.. We promise to be good. 12..Nothing Doing. 13.. Juniors and Elements win at Basket Ball. 11.. All’s quiet. Juniors studying for exams. 15.. Every body goes sleigh-riding. 16.. Local Oratorical Contest in our favor. 17.. Junior faculty take their places. 18.. Cicero and the ghost appear. 19. .They prove to be false prophets. 20. .Oshkosh entertained. 21.. Every Junior coming back next year.

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Juniors 1907 One August morn our sun effulgent ruse. And then bespoke a splendid day e'er close. We viewed with joy our spacious airy home Beneath dear Alina Mater's mighty dome, Explored the town, discovered what ’t would cost To explore further without being lost. The day was fair and azure wen the skies, Yet thoughts discreet bade us to organize; For danger! threatened—Seniors in array— We chose a mighty captain for the fray. The Senior cohorts, led by heroes proud. Proclaimed through hall and court full brazen loud. A grand conclave of all the Senior Peers To taste of joys unknown to Junior years. Then came a rushing as of mighty blast, A dark cloud settled o’er the earth, nor passed, I ’util the Senior knights were safe within. But when each lady sought her knight to win By gracious smile and captivating air— We laughed to see that but three knights were there. A banquet worthy of the brave elite Was tendered then—to those who brought defeat To senior plans. The menu named a score Of dainty foods—nor had we need of more, Tho Senior, base perfidious knave! With honor none the coward craven slave! Crept slyly in Heath darkness sable screen And with foul hand purloined—nor was he seen! We hope they feasted long—their first real taste Of foods which Epicurus scorned as waste! I hasten on—we issued forth—’twas late— Our hearts magnanimous burned not with hate. The Dome of Eminence all seamed and scarred We scaled and planted there our banner starred. Twelve hours it swung defiant on the wind, Twelve hours sufficed no Senior bold to find! Aloft upon this pinnacle so grand Twelve hours it waved e’rc touched by Senior hand. Thedenoument for pity I’ll not tell— Save that the Senior colors rose—Ami Fell! Again I haste—the hours slipt softly past As great events their shadows on us cast.