1920 Cedrus Yearbook

1920 SOPHOMORE CLASS POEM We're a jolly band of Sophies of the glorious C. C.; Struggling through a course of training that must frame our destiny. Though our path be rough and winding and our progress hard and slow, We'll pick flowers from the roadside and be jolly as we go. For there's nothing in a worry, there's nothing in a frown; Such pessimistic measures only serve to drag one down. So we'll sing away all worries, and we'll laugh away despair, And we'll hit the trail of progress to the tune of "I'll be there." For with Allen and McChesney, Jurkat, Wesley, Brand and Rea, Who keep our thick-skulled noodles in the scientific way; And with Russell and McGervey just to keep the band in tune, We'll pick the plums of knowledge to a finish quick or soon. True, the mountains of the junior and the senior year's ahead, Like Josephus Dan's defenses give some little cause for dread; But we must not halt or waver; let "Advance" our watchword be; For beyond these Alps we're nearing, lies our sunny Italy. We've made our mark already in large figures of deep blue; And to this pledge, thus given, to the man, we'll be true. So we'll scale those rugged summits with the grit that Lincoln knew. And we'll launch out on life's ocean in nineteen twenty-two.. J. R. 36