University of Wisconsin Superior - Gitche Gumee Yearbook (Superior, WI)

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✓ THE DIVINE SCULPTOR, Tell me, my friend, man of the world, By whose mighty hand the leaf is curled, By whose cautious hand the earth was shaped, By whose, the cloud curtains, o’er us draped. Can you tell it to me, my worthy friend, Whose trusting hand had the power to rend The seas away from the spacious land? Tell me, my friend, who owns that hand? Is it you. or is it I? Or may it be a passer-by? I think we know without demand, Who it is that owns that hand. At all events, it isn’t mine, For the one who owns it is divine. —Bertha Ryan. (4)

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 irhiration A. B. ». ©illrtt It seems fitting that we should dedicate this issue of the Gitche Gumee to one who has played such a large part in making this, and other issues a success. Mr. Gillctt was horn at Ogden. Iowa, August sixth, 1877. He is a graduate of the Nelson Dewey High School, and of the State Normal School, of Superior, Wisconsin. After graduating he taught in the Nelson Dewey High School from 1897 to 1901, and in the Blaine High School of Superior in 1902. In 1902 he received the degree of B. I;., and in 1907 the degree of A. M. from the University of Wisconsin. For the. past eight years Mr. Gillctt has been a member of the faculty of the State Normal School of Superior, and by his keen observation, clean thinking, energy and pertinacity in execution lie has made himself successful in his profession. Mr. Gillctt has always been deeply interested in this school and its success, and he has always served it with intelligence and devotion. He has been Advisory Editor of the Gitche Gurnee for the past few years, and it is through him that the paper has been a success. In recognition of his splendid service, which he has given to the Gitche Gumee for the past years, the Gitche Gumee staff dedicate to Mr. Gillctt the Gitche Gumee of 1912. 22 77?

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 A FEW OK TIIE FACULTY. If in lit. you wish to shine, And for more time always pine, Keeping on working, working still, Call at Room 18 and see our Phil. History is no snap, I’m sure, For the maids who are demure; He makes you work to a fare thee well, Our Arthur Dudley Samuel. Dear old Daddy, on third floor, Knows geology and some more; Jimmy is a wise, wise man, Try to beat him if you can. Jane’s a pal ’mong kindergartners, We’ll all try to be good partners; Jolly, lively and witty, too, For a good time Jane will do. Asa Marshfield’s boss down stairs, Lightens all our trials and cares, lias a smile for everyone, With that smile he’s always won. Luella, she can sing a few, You bet your life, that she can do; Teaching music is her stunt, To study it makes some folks grunt. If in third or fourth grade you would teach, See our Amy, she’s a peach; Knows just how to do it all, Tells you when you’re apt to fall. All hail to Gracie, our true friend, May this happiness never end; She’s a woman loved by all, Every girl in Crownhart Hall. On the Brule, our jolly Mac Has good times in his rustic shack; Superior Normal ne’er would live Without our Mac to guide and give. (• )