Valparaiso University - Beacon / Record Yearbook (Valparaiso, IN)

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29 TOAST RESPONSE AT ALUMNI BANQUET WALTER A. ZAUG-G. R. TOASTMASTER, Ladies and Gentlemen: Again the best wine is being served at the end of the feast. To me has fallen the lot of detaining you for a few moments in order that the luxuries which have been partaken of may find time to reach equilibrium. Some folks even object to speeeh-making, but I have found as much displeasure in silence as in talking. There are times when both are painful, and I feel at this moment that the pain is mutual. A young boy who was very inquisitive once accompanied his father to market with a load of hay. On the way the father urged the boy to keep quiet in town lest the people should think him a fool. After reaching the end of their journey, the old man left him in charge of the load while he went to find a buyer. After he had gone, several men came up and asked the boy if he desired to sell the hay. The son kept quiet and uttered not a word. The gentlemen repeated their question, but the boy was firm in his silence. They at last became vexed and exclaimed, HYou little fool, if you don7t want to talk keep your hay? and walked away. When the father returned the little fellow, in a much discouraged mood, said, uDad I kept quiet, but they found me out anywayW So I thought it matters little whether we talk or not, you will find us out anyway. In presenting you the merits of the Classical class, I am representing a family of loyal children. We have remained under the protection of our Alma Mater the longest. Others have allowed the hustle and strife of life to entice them from her walls, yet we remained obedienthsacrifieing what seemed to them temptlng in order that we might go out into the world as bachelors of a higher degree, not excluding even some of the most aged of the Scientific brethren, or any of their dear Profs. We are not many, but it is not the much- ness of things that really counts in this world, for we are taught that even the hairs of our heads are numbered. It would be unnecessary for me to tell you anything of our childhood, other than that we came here, many of us becoming students of science. In this department our work was of such a nature that some of the teachers even desired to have us remain with them another term and we gladly responded to the encore.

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WALTER A. ZAUGG mens agitat molem nihil quad tetigit non ornavit ALBERT WEDEKING

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30 This has been the year of our lives. We leave it not feeling the burden of our knowledge, but rather that which we do not have. Our eyes have been opened to the great universe of thought and activity from which few as yet have plucked but little. We are not left in the desert without any hope of sustenance and a clouded sky, but the knowledge which we have gained has been an impetus to research and a guiding star to the kingdom of truth and beauty. Our scientific knowledge may lead us into the practical avenues of life, but the ideas received from the Greek, Latin and other classics have instilled within us ideals to which the scientist has as yet no access. We are too apt many times to view the intellectual side of school days and neglect that which is to us the higher and more pleasant. Although many of us no doubt have fallen in love with Sophocles and Horace, yet the friend- ships, the living friendships, that we have formed will be of far more avail to us than those of the dead past. iiThey seem to bear the sun from the earth who take friendship out of life. We have nothing better from the immortal gods, nothing sweeterY, May we live these sentiments and prove them. Two members of a certain class were walking one day through a small forest. A lady and a gentleman these folks were. They heard the song of a bird in the distance. The young man turning to the lady asked her to interpret the song. She could not, thus throwing the task upon him. He gave it as, iiI love you,H NI love yon.H This seemed as satisfactory as if he had used an interlinear, when suddenly another bird was heard. This time the lady demanded another attempt from her partner, but he failing left this to her. She gave the song as, iiProve it,,7 Prove it. Classmates and friends, let7s prove loyal to those around us. These friendships are only more sacred to us when we think of him, who tiLooks at all things as they are, But through a kind of gloryW And who has carved within our minds a love for virtue and honor, and a thirst for the higher things of life, which we trust may never be quenched. He is our beloved Dean, Professor Carver. When we have forgotten into how many parts Gaul was divided and that the mind of Zeus is difficult to move, those free, heart to heart talks will be aids to our weary feet. It was he who first taught us that the great examination of life does not depend upon the tifinals nor upon what knowledge we may be able to display on manuscript, but that the great judgment is based upon manhood and womanhood achieved through honest effort and constant application; itforsan et haee olim meminisse iuvabit.H