University of Denver - Kynewisbok Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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He fearlessly entered the lists, To gloriously battle, to bear like a man The pain of the Sophomore fists. 1 low gladly he cheered when the gay Freshman flag Floated out from the flagstaff so high, What vigils he kept from even till morn To guard it from enemies nigh. How wild was his joy when the coveted cane Was snatched from a Sophomore hand. What pride, what unspeakable joy was his To be one of that conquering band— Trials he had—but undaunted he stood With “Hope' on his breastplate and shield. He feared not the future, he feared not the foe. And ne’er to the Soph would he yield. And still came the music—and faster it came, More confident, freer it grew. Staccatos of arrogance, full chords of pride, And soft pianissimos too. The trials of Freshmen he straightway forgets. For he is a Freshman no more. “My college.’’ “my class —-“the men of my set.’ Are the phrases we hear o’er and o’er. And once, and yet oftencr, there come the soft strains That signify Love’s first young dream. For Sophies are foolish, amf what can we say If Cupid with them reigns supreme? 1 ie mused o'er that season of glory and pride, When he as a Soph’more did rule; When with cane, and with Physics, content with himself— He lorded it over the school. When, coveting greatly the cap and the gown. He smuggled them both, one dark night, And in front of the camera, posed the next day,. Arrayed in their beauty and might. When—sweetest and tenderest memory of all— That summer night, long, long ago, When the moonlight had shone all around them As he lingered unwilling to go, When she gave him the rose, soft whisp’ring “good night.” His eyes once again brightly glow. For he secretly treasures a dry withered rose, The rose that she gave long ago. Now slow came the rnusic.and stately its tones, The trills of the Freshmen were few.

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One still heard the con-fi dent Sophomore chords, But firmer and sweeter they grew, Allegro—Andante —yet moderate all, The Junior yea r— steady and sure. When pleasure, and purpose and friendship unite. In a bond which will last and endure. The past has its lesson, the present its hope. The future its duty and care. And the Junior, secure in his own college world. Finds profit and joy everywhere. With ambition lofty, with ideals high. With intellect, surely, he’s blessed, For does he not give to the impatient world Kyncwisbok—the brightest and best? And once more the music, triumphant and sweet. Majestically, rapturously came, And as if they rejoiced in some purpose achieved The notes rose in glorious acclaim. But even when triumph and joy were the themes When the notes were melodiously glad. There crept in the music, one hardly knew how Till soft came the melody — softer it grew , •- C U 4 A minor strain, plaintiveandsad, And ere one could ask that it linger awhile As if 'twere too heav’nly to stay, It grew fainter— and then died away. The listener thought of the last happy months When the end crowned the labor of years. When the old life had ended, the new one begun With its hopes and its doubts and its fears. The j e the future—the glad major The joys of the past—minor strains. For, though brightest hopes beckon eagerly on. The pang of the parting remains. The last burst of melody—dying away To sound and re-echo no more— “ I j: roi cst mort'—joyfully Vive U roif And the drama of college is o’er.