University of Denver - Kynewisbok Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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Holding to the tin. an ornament there. Xor paused to stop and look down where I'lic root and the wall could Ik- seen to meet Above the ground full fifty feet— For they were the chaps who do and who dare. I’eneath. in the Park, the sleeping lay. In their beds, on Learning s hill. Wrapped in sluml er so deep and still. 'The five could hear the watchdog’s bay I pat Pritchard’s, on “Professors’ Row.” Warning the winds not to murmur so And seeming to say. “All is not right.” A moment only they looked at the light Diffused from a thousand glassy arcs And dancing, shining, electric sparks. They counseled together in voices low. For fear someone might chance to hear. And spoil the work to the Freshies dear A work that fore’er shall remembered be I iy the class of nineteen hundred-three. Meanwhile impatient the work shall be done. 1 latless and shoeless the five worked on In the cupola up beneath the sky. The hours of darkness were almost gone. The night was quickly passing by. Then three climbed to the tower roof, Receiving, meanwhile, the wind’s rebuff. To Winship the honor is gladly given Of climbing the stall that points to heaven. As it rises above the roof of the hall. Slender and straight, and smooth and tall. As upward he climbs the flagstaff's height The hammer resounds through the quiet night. I Ic nails the cleats and mounts one by one, Just one moment more, the work’s all done. The library clock had counted three When the Freshman band was through. And the pink and gray was floating free In the night air damp with dew. Through all the history of our class. Pome by tradition from the past. In hours of triumph and times of defeat. We’ll remember well that autumn morn When the sun rose up and was first to greet The flag of Xauglit Three, new horn. 31

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RAISING THE ELAG i Listen, my comrades, and I’ll recite I low the flag was raised one autumn night. ’Twas the fifth of October, in ninety-nine. When the night was moonless ami fierce the wind. And slowly we groped by the dim starlight. Said one of the boys, on the campus green. Ah. the painters' ladders by the Miff there. The finest sight that ever was seen— W e ll use them well, if all goes fair. And five strong youths will soon climb high. 'l'o the college root up near the sky. Where the profs, all say vc should not go. Cause we might fall, and ’twould hurt us so That whatever hapjK ned we'd never know.” Then they put to work while the painters lay In a hazy dream of the coming day When they would return to the school on the hill. Finding their ladders unmolested still. To finish the work so well begun. Little they thought that ere the sun Should rise in the east by the dairy of Munn. The ladders would be gone from the Miff wall Across the way to the sinners’ hall. Meanwhile the stars shone dimly on And the fleecy clouds chased «|tiickl by. Darkening the starlight of the autumn ky. And the wind blew fierce from the western heights. Rustling the leaves on the campus lawn. Whistling around the flagstaff high. And chilling the five |w or Freshmen wights. 1 hen they ctim!)ed to the roof of the building gray. My the linked ladders, in stocking-feet. To the gutter where the two r«M.fs meet: And up the gutter they made their way lo the steep roof on the northern side; And by this they dimlted to the cujMila wide. 30

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