University of Denver - Kynewisbok Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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lx He fearlessly enter- ed the lists, To gloriously battle, to bear like a man The pain of the Soph- omore fists. How gladly he cheered when the gay Freshman flag Floated out from the Hagstaff 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. 7 And once, and yet oftener, there come the soft strains W That signify Love's first young dream, For Sophies are foolish, and what can we say lf Cupid with them reigns supreme? He 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 hirnself+ He lorded it over the school. , When, coveting greatlythe 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. I 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 music,and statelyits tones, The trills of the Freshmen were few.

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Wlqai H75 Music fflold E WAS worried and wearied and careworn Q and cross, 'l he day had been fearfully long. No sun made a rift in the darkening clouds, And ev'rything seemed to go wrong. HIS hopes were all blighted, his plans had all . failedg ' His castles in air must all fall. And he wondered that night, as he wearily sighed, Oli life were worth living at all. ll again to tread the dear college paths, In that life far too blissful to last, To forget for a season all worry and care, To live once again in the Past. Then softly and gently there fell on his ear, A melody soothing and sweet, Which banished his sorrows, which made him rejoice And forget life's despair and defeat. Gay was the music, and gayer it grew, With trills of such rapturous joy, That it told in its wordless, beautiful way Of the bright, cloudless youth of the boy, And the weary man smiled, as he thought to himself, Of that Freshman year, long, long ago, , 0 When gay with his Q ' S , colors, he stood 333195, ,mg .1 ' Q. with his olass 'J ' To valianty con- quer the foe. I, J 4 When armed for all - A struggles, like brave knight of old.

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One still heard the con- li d e nt Sophomore chords, But hrmerand sweeter they grew, Allegro-Andante -yet vzzozievfrzie all, The junior year- steady and sure, VVhen pleasure, and pur- pose 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 ev'rywhere. With ambition lofty, with ideals high, With intellect, surely, he's blessed, For does he not give to the impatient world ffynewzkbok-tlie brightest and best? X. And oncemorethe music,triumphantandsweet, 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 T When the.notes were melodiously glad, here crept in the music, one hardly knew how, A minor strain, plaintive and sad, Till soft came the melody - softer it grew As if 'twere too heav'nly to stay, And ere one could ask that it linger awhile lt grew fainter- and then d i ed away. The listener thought of the last happy 111011015 Wlieii the end crowned the labor of years, Wlieii the old life had ended, the new one begun D , With its hopes and its doubts and its fears. The joys of the future-the glad major chords, , , The joys of the past-minor strains, For, though brightest hopes beckon eager- ly on The pang of the partingremains. The last burst of melody-dymg away To sound and re-echo no more- Le 7'0Z. est 11z01'! -joyfully Vive Ze 1'0z'! And the drama of college is o'er.