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THE HESPE&IAN.
ble banquet was hold fit tlio residence of Miss Towor Sept. 2(5. It was
tho first of ninny. Next came tho selection of mottos and budge.
".Venn rrsnum bona pivaltlet" was chosen us a fitting motto, For
badge, "nn honcHt silver dime," on which wuh curved tho Immortal
figures. " '89," was selected. Thla badge has been tho theino tor
poetry and song for four yenrs Tho love of '89 for Hllvcr dime will
doubtless Increase with years.
Then camo discord amongtho Freshmen. Strife hovered overthem
for several hours, and tho prosperity of tho University was endan
gered. Tho Seniors tearfully plead for tho University, and peaco
reigned again. Thus ended tho first and last wnr-dnnco of '80.
That there Is now no '89 treo on tho campus Is not tho fault of tho
class. April 22. 1880, fifty enthusiastic Freshmen, with appropriate
ceremonies, committed to tho enrth the roots of a lino elm. On ac
count of tho depravity of the preps and upper classmen, a slippery
elm was not selected. Hut In nn unguarded moment nn original
poem was allowed to bo read In clone proximity to tho tree. Tho
shock was more than It could bear. It languished and died. Only
two other futllo nttempts nt tree-planting were made.
This was the last Important event of tho Freshman year. Exam
inations were triumphantly pnssed, and, with a flourish of trumpets
and high marks, '89 became Sophomore.
Tho Sophomora year opened with but slight diminution of num
bers. Owing to n Blight misunderstanding, tho enno rush with the
Freshles wns Indefinitely postponed. Class socials and Intellectual
Improvement occupied the tlmo until Arbor Day. Then Crete was
mado happy by a -Inlt from '89. In spite of a pouring rain the class
enjoyed themselves. That they wcro allowed to remain In Crete
nearly a day Is proof of their dignified demeanor. Tho Sophomore
year was uneventful but prosperous.
Tho Junior year was in somo respects tho hnpplest of the course
The class began to feel tho Importance of upper classmen and the
shadow of greatness to come. Tho first stirring event took place on
November 5, 1887. On that night 8S attempted to hold asocial.
Masculine '89 took tho opportunity to revongn certain wrongs. At
the appointed hour pnrt of tho Seniors arrived. Owing to the mng
nanlmlty of the Juniors, most of tho others arrived Inter. Owing
also to their mngnnnlmlty, three Juniors allowed themselves to be
persuaded to remain at tho social. They were treated royally.
On Arbor Day, 1888, It was reported that '89 was dead. Tho Sen
iors wept, improvised n funeral, and furnished nmonument. The re
port was a mistake, but '89 was grateful. Their gratitude rose to
tho heavens In the smoke of their monument. That afternoon tho
class drovo to lloca and had a delightful time.
At last camo tho tlmo when tho faculty said, "You nro Seniors."
'89 was nearly as proud of tho fact as tho faculty, but borolts honors
gracefully, becoming a necessity and ornament to tho university.
Tho pastyanr's events nro too fresh to need recounting. It has been
remarkably pleasant. Onoof the pleasnn test events was tho recep
tion by tho registrar. Wo part from our alma mater with sadness,
saying, In the words of Hip Van Winkle, "May you live long and
prospar."
F. A. Manloy, in a "Special CIush History," tlovoted
himself to the former members of the class who havo
dropped by the wayside. Tho article was very humorous
and kept tho audience in laughter much of the time. Wo
regret wo could not secure a synopsis in timo to print it.
Tho "Characterisation Lecturo" by Miss Tower wuh
likewise productive of much laughter. Life-sized silhou
ettes of nearly all tho class had been prepared, cut in
white paper. These were pinned successively on a black
board and without naming tho one represented, a brief
characterization was given each. Most of tho silhouettes
were recognized at sight and heartily applauded.
Tho characterizations wcro in part as follows: Miss
Aughoy, tho angel of tho class; Miss Bonnell, tho first to
hand in orations and probably tho first to change her
namo; C. W. Bigelow, class dreamer, especially on tho
"Antelope;" M. I. Bigolow, bashful ; Tingloy,ferocious(?);
Manley, Michael Angelo ; Fifor. orator; Williams, Y. M.
C. A.; Stephens, funny man; Fdrsyth, cow-boy aud ladies
man; Collins, homo missionary; Allen, high tnriff repub
lican (?) ; Eagleson, freo trade democrat (?) ; Nowcomor,
wonderful and indispensable; Gerwig, blusher; Pizoy,
Catholic (1) ; Webber, modest; Miss Clark, the "catch";
Miss Haggard, classic; Miss Uullock, poet. No silhouette
of Fletcher was at hand but Miss Towor skotched tho
"calf that kicked the fence" and brought down tho house.
A piano duet, "Mnrcho Rrillnnto Wir," was artistic
ally played by Misses Clark and Aughoy.
Miss Edna llullock opened Part IT by reading tho
CLASS HAY I'UKM.
'Twas only a dream, an Idle dream,
A thing not lit by reason's gleam,
That came as the shades were falling.
It passed away In tho twilight gray,
Yet Into my soul that dream is calling.
And I saw a sprite, a rosy sprite,
That camo to mo clothed In purest white,
Winged messenger from gold-paved streets of Heavon;
And ho brought eaoh morn in the early dawn, ,
Ono day for use and enjoyment given.
And every night, as tho orb of light
O'er the hills was sinking out of sight,
Tho sprite, a spirit sad and weary.
Came back' for my trust return It I must.
Whether Its record wcro glad or dreary.
Of tho work of the days, I had kept no trace
I could only tell by tho angel's face
If my talent had bivn used or burled;
Hut tho spirit wrote a treasury note
Of deposit, as he a moment tarried.
As I look them o'er, those notes of yore,
They recall the days thnt have gone before,
llrlght days, wo have spent, together;
Anil whither they went, and how they were spent.
And the storms which alike wo needs must wenther.
Four weary years, four cherry years.
Time spent allko In smiles and tears,
A gift that we might f til III 1 our duty.
They are paitf, and gone, yet what have we done
To mark those years with strength and beauty?
Days snd nnd bright, they make tho pathway
Which for ages time has trod ;
Hygone days, now safe forever
In tho treasury of (lod.
Ono of those we spent with Osnr,
On tho seven hills of Home.
Once wo watched tho Cnrtheglnlnns,
Huttllng for his much loved homo.
Onco we roamed through anclenl Athens,
Midst the marble gods of Jrccco; ,
Or saw death, at St. Helena,
Fill a throbbing earth with pence.
In tho open book of Nature,
Wo road and made Hod's thoughts our own,
Caught his meaning in tho flowers,
Head It In the changeless stone.
If to-day we aro broader and deeper,
Knnohlcd by loss and by gain,
Hotter ublo to entvr tho conflict,
Our labor has not been In vain.
Oh, who aro we to prato of life
Whon yonder beams tlia rising sun I
Far distant, worldly heat aud strife
Ne'er trouble us, life's Just begun.
Tho wiso alumnus shakes his head.
With warning finger raised aloft.
Ho sees how blindly wo aro led
Ho knows llfo's pillows hard, not soft.
Wo only know tho tlmo has como
When college cares and tolls nro o'er,
When collego Is no longer homo.
( 'TIs said a wide world spreads before.)
What matter It behind wo leavo
The brightest moments tlmo can give?
'TIs all In memory's book, no doubt, ,
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