University of Idaho - Gem of the Mountains Yearbook (Moscow, ID)

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her guests, the townspeople and students. Thus the afternoon passes. As six o'clock approaches an outdoor dinner is served on the lawn and every- one eats until the last sign of anything edible has vanished. The festivities continue. Everyone must report at the gymnasium for the stimulating in- fluence of a jazz orchestra, a well-waxed floor, and an armful of dancing partner. Even this must end and midnight sees the merry-makers home- ward-wending and another Campus Day passing into history. The Ivy Planting enc graduating class strives in some way to leave a monument not so much as a memorial to themselves, but as something to make the campus more beautiful, and every class since the early years of the Uni- versitys’ career has planted trees and ivy—monuments that go on growing more beautiful and each year making Alma Mater more worthy of holding first place in the hearts of her children. Thus, as the college year draws to a close, another golden link is welded in the chain that binds us as a great family to our Alma Mater. Page Fourteen

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Campus Day ce wearin’ 0’ the green, instead of being an observance of the “Sey- enteenth of Ireland” alone, is continued throughout the year until Campus Day, when the Frosh is forever declared mature enough to doff his verdant emblem. It is on this day, in the early part of May, that every man on the campus turns out under the supervision of authorized leaders to clean up the campus, repair drives and side-walks, and put the tennis courts in proper shape. Right merrily do the “hard-workin” college men wield picks and shovels and mix honest sweat with the rubbish they are loading onto the trucks and drays. All morning long they work—their courage bolstered up by the paddles of an enthusiastic vigilance committee and generous sup- plies of lemonade and sandwiches from the hands of the Campus Queens. When noon arrives, as it does all too soon to allow for the thorough completion of all the work, everything is finished as well as it can be in the time; tools and drays are returned and the hungry mob retires to the various campus eating houses to restore its inward and outward self to more pleas- ant normality. Everyone must be attired as on an Easter Sunday morning, for now comes the coronation of the May Queen. She is elected a week ahead of time by popular vote. On this afternoon she marches down from the garden hill with her attendants and followers to her throne on the Senior seat under the maples. Here she holds her court. The May-pole is wound —the dancers do their utmost to please her gracious majesty and entertain Page Thirteen

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The Song and Stunt Fest ay COLLEGE year is complete without it—no college professor could know how he is known—no student could otherwise express his honest opinions of his instructors. It is first and last a screaming entertainment and always the pulse of a student’s feeling toward the men and women higher up. It was instituted in the spring of 1915, after Dr. M. A. Brannon took the chair as President of the University. It is the biggest vaudeville the fair city of Moscow has had the privilege of witnessing every year since. In the spring of 1918 it was decided to hold the Fest on the night of the State Interscholastic Track Meet and in this way give the High School track men of the state the opportunity of enjoying the University’s most hilarious event. It was on that memorable night that Slim Swanstrom starred in “Cleopatra” and made a thousand people laugh until they cried. That one event, however, was not the only artistic attainment made by the various stunt committees up through the years that the Fest has been held —they are many and varied and always there is keen rivalry between the classes for the prizes offered for the best songs and stunts. There is Grand Opera and slap-stick comedy, classic music and jazz, all of it original, and in some way bearing upon campus activities and particularly upon the fac- ulty. Strange to say it brings the students and faculty nearer together. The Song and Stunt Fest has called forth many of Idaho's most beautiful songs and is a direct answer to the prayer so aptly worded by Bobby Burns: “O, wad some power the giftie gie us To see oursel’s as others see us.” Page Fifteen