1921 Cedrus Yearbook

1 92 1 JUNIOR CLASS POEM Within the walls of old C. C. The Juniors number ten and three. Fearfully, wonderfully made are they; If you don't believe it hear what I say: Corpulent, skinny, large and small, Married and single, short and tall, Reckless and daring at naught we faint, But go right on with our can of paint. In spreads and smashups we delight; We're in for fun as long as it's right. When it comes to lessons we're hard to beat. The profs say to teach us is a treat. But we love our college, dear old C. C., With her competent help we will greater be And in the future amidst the strife We'll not be last on the ladder of life. L. A. D. 31