Identifier: arbutus00indi_7 (find matches)
Title: Arbutus
Year: 1894 (1890s)
Authors: Indiana University
Subjects: Indiana University College yearbooks Universities and colleges
Publisher: Bloomington, Ind. : Indiana University
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
Digitizing Sponsor: Internet Archive

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ON/^OBDAtfS ^T^B^Y^BANKSV ,„„ ^ -g^V Miss Berry (to her Latin Literature Class)—Miss Wood, what That will do, Miss Hogan; Ouintilian never said a word about is Ouintilians estimate of Nepos as a historian? Miss Wood (un- him. certainly)—Why—er—really, Ive forgotten. Miss Berry—Miss * * * * * * Adams. Miss Adams (after profound thought)—I dont believe Helen Rhein ; indicating an odd looking tree in I (annas yard)— I can remember. Miss Hogan. Alice (determined to star)— Mary, what kind of a tree is that? Mary Wright (interested deep- He says Nepos style is much inferior to that of the other his- ly in Fraser and Square)—Je ne sais pas. Helen i who is not)— torians of that period. Miss Berry (smiling triumphantly)— What a funny name; I dont think that kind grows up at Peru. 253
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A Peach in t„e Librari -54 When theres Swans onJordan Pond Arbutus Scrap Soliloquy (As soliloquized while the Scrap was on) The swans were singing, somewhat off the key,(The future swans on Jordan Pond, you see),The chimes were ringing just a trifle flat,To make the world seem sadder and all that,And lines of weeping students, row on row,Stood by to see the long procession go.Beneath the leaden sky it crept along.Of black robed Seniors quite a goodly throng,And struck with grief the others stood amazed,The Freshmen, Sophs and Juniors stood amazed,And wept and wailed as if they could not choose,But mourn these mighty ones they soon must lose. And then I woke. The Senior swing out came,Just like my dream—well, no, not quite the same,The chimes did ring and—yes—they were off tune,But skies are blue and suns are bright in June,And no one wept to see me go, nor you ?—Well, well dont mind, they dont know yet tis true,How much theyve lost, perhaps theyll be more fondOf Seniors ?—

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