University of Denver - Kynewisbok Yearbook (Denver, CO)

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19 04 28 EDITH JEAN BOUGHTON. MARY E. DAVIS.

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Grant this our one request. Oh God-of Light! And we will e’er perform each sacred rite Demanded by thy great unyielding will. And so my wish I pray do thou fulfill. And thou. Calliope, sweet voiced one, Mother of him who Stygian waves could dare. Of him who sang so sweet that growing ceased, And even beasts would leave their hidden lair, Come thou to this poor worshipper of thine And help him to disclose in metered rhyme Thai which Apollo, son of mighty Zeus, To me vouchsafes to tell of future time. Help me portray in lines of glowing truth What Phoebus says will truly come to pass; What he declares will lx the future state Of members of the glorious Faultless Class. ’Twas thus at Delphi, on one summer's night. I prayed to great Apollo, God of Light, And when I stopped. I heard a low sweet voice Say—“Enter, wanderer, I will grant thy choice.” 1 entered to tlx inner shrine, when lo! No lamps were there, yet all around a glow— As if some softly shaded light were there— Dispelled the gloom within that house of prayer. I saw no man within the sacred fane Yet shortly that sweet voice I heard again. This time it said in accents low. yet clear. “Ask now thy questions; lo, I, listening, hear.’’ “Oh thou divine and unseen, hidden one Hear now this question from thy humble son. What will the Faultless Class, in some ten years. Be doing in this 'lonely vale of tears'?” Then shook the walls by thunder riven. And shaken by the God of Heaven, And as offense I thought I’d given. To that Olympian deity, T threw me down upon the floor. And in my fright I trembled sore And prayed this same prayer o’er and o’er, “Oh, pity my humanity!” 27

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I thought no more I’d see the light. I thought I’d made a blunder quite And frightened at Apollo’s might I trembled in my misery. But soon doth Jove his awful thunders quell. And soon those magic tones my fears dispel. “All things I know, nothing from me can hide. On the swift waves of light, with ease I ride. Everywhere, at all times, 1 am and see. List well to what I now will tell to thee! There's Winton Ault, the business lad. with hair of golden yellow. He’s now as rich as Croesus, he’s a second Rockefellow. Miss Badgley. she of art so fond, is making money fast As illustrator for a firm. ’Tis said, ’twill soon be past. For a certain rich young gentleman has won consent at last. And W allace Bayliss still is found in literary work. As funny editor on Puck, he’s slaving like a Turk. And Edith Houghton, too, I find is fine as editor Of “How to live on eight a week and be a creditor. Above a street in London town, I see upon a sign “Miss Davis, Lady Lawyer ’ She is doing very fine. O'er in sunny southern Egypt, by the famous river Nile Miss Easton, missionary, works in most approving style. And Ellis, he who argued so. is silent as the tomb: He’s senator, and cannot talk, or else he’d meet his doom. And such a hardship, sad to tell, has filled the man with gloom. And Miss McXeil. the girl so gracious and so kind. Has married rich, and got her wish, both love and gold, combined. Will Mitchell, he so tall and slim, a famous engineer. Owns thirteen mines in Mexico. Quite wealthy, twould appear. Miss Marcia Murray, you’ll be much surprised to hear of her As being what we call a Woman’s Suffrage lecturer. And now Miss Rawlins. She. 1 find, a teacher in a college Her pupils say she docs her best to cram their heads with knowledge. On Edith Reese have fallen, both honors great and small. She’s president of fourteen clubs, and popular with all. Of Stuart I’ve the finest news! I’m happy to rejjort He’s just received appointment to the V. S. Supreme Court. 29