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

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a hr 3ns. 1U11 Til F SENIOR CLASS OF I ill I Do you recall, dear Comrades, the years we spent together. As we sang the old. old school songs, for those years were very sweet. How we read and wrote and studied, caring naught for wind and weather. Along the road to Somewhere.—the wide world at our feet? Along the road to Somewhere, when each day had its story. When time slipped by without a thought—our spirits were so high. When joy unfathomed filled our hearts, as bathed in well-earned glory. Along the road to Somewhere we watched the days go by. Alas! the road to Somewhere was pitfalled with disaster; There was failure, want, and weariness, yet. oh! we loved it so. And on we went exultantly and no one was our master. And no one guessed what dreams were ours, as swinging heel and toe. We tramped the road to Somewhere the magic road to Somewhere— The road we took thru S. P. N.. in days of long ago! May Greening, 'll. 30 N.

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ahr 3ri0. 1911 (irinxl Opera House, Friday, May CAST OF CHARACTERS Father O'Neill. Pastor of St. Michael’s Church. New York . . Nugent Glennon Dick Stanley, in Wall Street..................................Paul Collins Courtney Dale, of the Union League Club.......................Fred Ambrose Tom Corcoran. Boss of the Ward...............................Walter Horne Herman Hauser. Sexton of St. Michael s......................R. B. Woodworth James. Stanley’s servant.....................................Leslie McCoy Louise Stanley. Dick's wife...................................Myrle Young Frances Marvin, her sister...................................Rosetta Johnson Bcdclia Gratton. Father O’Neill’s housekeeper.................Alice Keegan Nora Gratton. her daughter...................................Blanche Hill synopsis Act I. Library of Stanley’s Home. Act II. Father O’Neill’s Study. Act III. Clubroom of the Corcoran Democratic Club. Act IV. Father O'Neill's Study. Scene New York City. Time- The Present. 29

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Elir 3ris. 1911 WK SENIOHS We Seniors will rush together. Into the whirlpool of life; Long we have planned to go there. Into the chaos of strife. On the bosom of life’s river. First as tots we drifted along. Harkening to the water's music. Prattling to our hearts with song. Then when the current grew stronger. With our primer books, our band F.ntered the portal of learning That leads to a gleaming strand. There we found you. Alma Mater. Shedding your warm, bright rays; Pleased by your light we came to you. To prepare for our later days. Oh. we have been so happy. Absorbing for four short years. Your priceless light of wisdom! Yet now our parting nears. First we were bashful Freshmen. Fearing to do or dare; Calling the work they gave us A trouble and a care. Sophomores next, and industrious, Plodding with all our might. Taught by you. Alma Mater, That time would make all right. Juniors next and new comrades, A jovial band were we. Frolicking as we studied. Living a life of glee. As Seniors now we are ready To follow life's command; Into the strife and the whirlpool. It is calling our little band. In the moments of joy and sorrow. In the currents of peace and strife. Alma Mater, we’ll never forget you. Nor that past and contented life. Phyllis Gebert. 'll. 3»