Washington State University - Chinook Yearbook (Pullman, WA)

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OFFICERS SECOND SEMESTER R. E. Gay, President. Maud Putman, Secretary. J. A- Smith, First Vice-President. Edward Cheney, Treasurer. O. P. Lindsay, Second Vice-President. 1 7

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OFFICERS FIRST SEMESTER E. A. MacKay, President. Bess Vermilye, Secretary. J. W. Brislawn, Vice-President. E. R. Pickrell, Treasurer. 16

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SOPHOMORES In the graveyard ' ncath the moonlight By an old church, silent, tall. Covered deep ’ncath flowers and mosses. Close beside a crumbling wall, Lies a grave, a silent witness Of the death that comes to all. Standing near it, in the shadow of a gravestone’s mossy place, Stands a man of wond’rous aspect. Snow-white beard and bending grace. In one hand he holds an hour-glass; Slow the sand is trickling through, Telling of the hours and minutes Left each life, its work to do. In his left he holds a sickle Shining, bright with constant work; Never in his hourly harvest Is he known to halt or shirk. As he stands here, in the moonlight On the stones he reads these lines, As his thoughts were backward turning He recalled the Freshman times: “Here we laid them, gently laid them, In the spring of nineteen three, Each and every Freshman fancy, For today wise Sophomores we. May they lie here ne’er to waken; We’ve outgrown them every one ; We’ll not need them now: the struggle Of the Sophomore year’s begun.” 18 Old Father Time stood musing; His eyes were sharp and clear; Fie scanned the graveyard quickly, As he wiped away a tear. He viewed those silent marbles Which watched the sleeping dead: At last he spied another grave And sadly turned his head. Then with slow and silent movement Left this Freshman grave alone; Went and stood beside the new one; Stooped and read the new gravestone. Here he found this carved inscription. Lettered clear, that all might see, Chiseled deep in best of marble, From the weather stain still free: “Flerc we laid them, gently laid them,. In the Spring of nineteen four. Each and every Sophomore fancy, For we ' ll never need them more. “May they lie here ne ' er to waken: We’ve outgrown them every one; May they rest in deep oblivion. For the Sophomore year is done.”