1919 Cedrus Yearbook

911E., 19 JUNIOR CLASS POEM We are Juniors of unusual fame, And for ourselves, we've made a name; We have been foolish in our younger days, But experience has taught us to mend our ways. We're Reba, Rebecca, Ellen, and "Dot," To be with the girls is Morton's lot. Sink or swim, perish or survive, That's the motto that suits us five. Toiling, not for grades, but for love of knowledge, We're the ideal class of Cedarville College; Always zealous in play, and ambitious in work, And the worth-while things we never shirk. We are the survivors and the best; We stay with the class and banish the rest. Some took too little, and others too much; With such folks as they, we don't keep in touch. We will certainly not try to recite to you All the great things our members can do; With our great orator and musicians great It's easy enough to predict our fate. Our "Mort" has been chosen speaker by all; Now,is that an honor that's very small? . Sure, Ellen is just as great,"in a way," Since she tells the "orator" what to say. What other class has been honored more? Two chosen for a dance that consists of four; They are so neat, so slender and charming, They dance with a grace that's quite alarming. And can't we be proud of our "Becky" so fair, With her big brown freckles and auburn hair? When she opens her mouth in that sweet way, to sing The birds sit still and say never a thing. Now, Sophomores, as you laboriously climb, Be a little more careful of your time. It's an honored place, we submit to you; Please don't disgrace it before you are through. 27 19