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

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CLASS POEM Lenora W. Taylor RITING poetry is no fun V RI As anyone knows who Is tried it; I wasnit born for a poetess, No use to try to hide it. But I belong to a class on College Hill As good as ever they make Iem, So when they asked me to write some rhymes I hadn7t the heart to shake ,em, I knew Itd have to run a bluff When the task to me was hinted, But Walt Whitman he wrote worser stuff And managed to get his printed. I thot of subjects great and grand, In puzzling over topics Of temperance logic, myth and tale From the cold seas to the Tropics. I went to Sagers7, walked to Flint To look for inspiration But ne,er a thought would come to me Except it was quotation. I went to lectures, to debates, And listened, some, to preachers, But neter a subject there I heard T0 beat tiOurselves and Teachers. For we are the class, the only class, That ever trod the Hill, Mere lawyers, engineers and such DonIt begin to fill the bill. This class of nineteen ten you know Where could you 13nd their betters To place the credit where Itis due To our teachers we are debtors. Mark Hopkins on a log itis said , With a boy could make a college, This sure is saying a good deal7 No doubt he had some knowledge. But we take off 0111 hats to those W ho striving to clear the mind of fogs, Keep a hundred- fifteen girls and boys Too busy to sit round on legs. They set us Herculean tasks As knights of old should carry When we were fresh and green and new, Of grave professms scary. But we did our best and won the goal Tho oft the way was stony, Too bad that now we have the spurs We Ive laid away the pony. Most everything has come our way To which we bent our will, Even Providence has been with us For we have our Grand-pa still. VVefve often tried his patience When excuses went on file, But we think that he half likes us By his hearty genial smile. We 711 meter forget where7er we go How we met in old room 0 Where everything had something to do With English History. Professor Bogarte grave, profound, With A-square as his helper, Taught us our mathematics sound, Maybe we didn7t swelter! W e sat up straight tried to look wise XV hen off this earth he led us To whirl around among the stars While Astronomy he fed us. With parallaxes, comets, tides, Or the distance to Neptune, We had our difficulties Like Kahn had with the 1110011. In this we gained some knowldge, Likewise we Ive had some fun, - Though we fear that Lucas still believes Thereis a dark side to the sun. In speaking of Astronomy Bogarte the best of critics, Says tiFor crushing self-importanee ITis good for Scientifies. II I erhaps W att knew some science But at Chapel they will say iiGo to room F for Physies7, There Cloud holds forth all day. Of mechanics and of fluids Of electricity and heat, His knowledge on these subjects It surely cant be beat.

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PROF. G. D. TIMMONS PROF. B. F. WILLIAMS PROF. H. N. CARVER .IJ

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But be sure you know of algebra Something more than just a smatter For he calls equations six foot long WA very simple matter. ,7 When he said in heat and fluids Likewise in sound and light llNow this is Very obvious7, We prepared to sit up all night. To keep the balance it is said To equals add just equals, To vary from this often brings Somewhat disastrous sequels. We found this out and you Will too, Little Freshie young and green, When you hit the road to algebra Under Roesseler, I ween. Be sure you know your axioms, And donlt you be to long In answering all his questions, 01' he,ll sing that little song. There is B. F. Who said he7d like A eross-section of our brains, VVeTe sure held find it wonderful And well worth all his pains. If he performed the operation He7d find then Ilm quiite sure7 More than one layer devoted. To the subject of Literature. To Milton, Wordworth and Carlyle To Tennyson and his graces, To heaven and earth and paradise And several other places. Old N oah knew the animals That praneed into his Ark, He named and called them two by two For he knew them all by heart. But our Bennet With his theory Of spontaneous generation Can trace their pedigrees, Iim sure, Dowu to our present station. So if youid like to know from Which Ancestral tree youlve sprung, And Who your old ancestors were, And how this world begun, Go to Professor Bennet And Whether Jew or iiunkey, lle7ll prove to you beyond a doubt You ire cousin to the monkey. To clear away the Latin snags When deep became the Water, We had Professor Carver And his most charming daughter. Shels a loyal Scientific, Classics elen obey her rule, And Latin verbs and idioms Just radiate from her stool. He is the teacher on the Hill Of superlative degree For adjectives describing him All end in ees-t- But to teachers kind and thoughle ,Tis time to say adieu, We leave you With regrets, and With Kind feelings not a few. VVelll take With us the memories Of our dear Alma Mater, To homes throughout all this broad land, And elen across the water. In the busy life hereafter Back Will come thoughts of her To all the girls of nineteen ten Whenever fudge they stir, While all the boys will have to do Is just to strike a light, And theyill dream of her in clouds of smoke, From out that old class-pipe.