1922 Cedrus Yearbook

Junior Class Poem We belong to that fine Junior Class, And we sure have a good line of sass; So all other classes, Both laddies and lasses, When they see us all holler out "pass." We entered the fall of nineteen. They admitted then that we were keen. In using our heads And in breaking up spreads The like around here was not seen. We started with carloads of pep. In town we still have a good (?) rep. That's the way it should be; So you easily see, Other classes should please watch our step. Upon some of our spreads they do frown. We stay out so late about town; But though we're so gay, We'll reach heaven some day, Though none of us yet has his crown. In our bunchi we have warblers galore; nfl our athletes run up near the score. In all that we do We're a mighty fine crew, And you surely can't ask for much more. In closing I think you'll admit As hot stuff we're certainly "it." In picking up knowledge And boosting the college We surely are doing our bit. "Preach" White. (Poetic license alai:died for) 39