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THE CAMPUS MIRROR
Things That Must Happen,
Dear Freshman
things that must happen, dear Freshmen, be
fore you gaze upon that old yellow station
again :
Go to Vespers 36 times.
Go to prayermeeting 36 times.
Go to the dining room 756 times.
Go to “Lab” 72 times.
Go to laundry 36 times.
Go to school 180 times.
Go to the dentist 2 times.
Go to the hospital 2 times.
Pass in 28 English themes (probably more).
Pass in 2 long (1,000) word themes.
Walk across campus 10,584 times.
Smile at teachers 21,168 times.
Walk to West End 720 times.
Say “Pm so hungry” 7,560 times.
DOG-GONE
By BEATRICE HAMMOND
Spclman Freshman 1927-28—Now at Hozvard
University
It was in the midst of the hot August days
that the Perry family took their belongings,
that is, with one exception, to the beach, more
or less to the relief of the neighborhood. The
exception was a little white puppy altogether
forgotten in Junior’s enthusiasm to ride on the
train, get a boat, bathing suit, an inner tube,
a pail and shovel, a life guard badge, a ball to
float, and countless other things. Mr. and Mrs.
Perry had never cherished an extraordinary af
fection for doggie, so provisions for the dog
were unthought of. The deserted bit of dog
flesh resolved to betake himself as far off as
possible from the scene of outstanding tragedy,
sorrow, loneliness, and tail-pulling memories.
He ran the streets day and night with no idea
of direction. He mingled with dogs of all
classes and pedigrees. He became a roving
flea pasture. His meals were from garbage
cans, other dogs’ bones, gifts of mercy, and
stolen goods. Somehow he even waxed fat.
One evening about six o’clock a dirty little
dog, if dirty can describe the condition, with
one ragged ear, the remnant of his fighting
ability, trotted cockily around a large square.
There a sight entirely within his approval
met him. A group of cool, green, shady trees
were scattered all about; a babble of young hap
py voices, shrieking in all pitches, fell on his
ear. He thought it must be a park, a place to
appease his loneliness for human company with
lovely trees to rest under and nice fresh grass
to roll on. So thus, uninvited but just as satis
fied and assured, did our hero enter the gates.
His reception was marked. Of course, some
shunned the little thing, but enough “Ohs” and
“Ahs”—'“Isn’t he cute, bless his lil’ heart,” arose
to chase a timid bachelor to the desert.
After his rude intrusion on the Kollege
| Kampus, for that was what puppy’s park was,
Doggie lived a life of glorious ease. He had
I to suffer a little, however. He was duly
washed, blued, scrubbed, brushed, perfumed,
powdered and beribboned. He was getting
j along exceedingly well when he became in
terested in a peculiar strong scent in the ma
tron’s room. This odor, strange to say, turned
out to be only some turpentine she was apply
ing to her bunion as a massage. The idea of an
animal ravaging over her dominion was too
much for her constitution; so being a woman
who would use the slightest pretext to gain
contact with officials she took him to the Dean.
Now the dean was an extremely tenderhearted
woman and an animal lover. She belonged to
several organizations for their benefit, as The
Humane Society for Stray-Gray Kittens. After
thoroughly agreeing with the matron that the
said dog must be abolished, she was able to calm
the matron into leaving. The unsuspecting dog
sauntered casually over to sit down in front of!
her feet, peering expectantly up into the dean’s
face. Just as the dean was wondering if the
cute little thing would enjoy a life saver, and
just as she decided to try one plus a friendly
pat, in walked the president. Naturally the
dean discarded her series of friendly intentions
and they both entered upon a discussion of the
great harm of strange dogs, glancing meaningly
at our hero. Neither had said what she really
thought.
Various sponsors of the dog’s beauty, lack of
fleas, etc., stood outside the dean’s office in
serious groups—wondering if their beloved
friend would be expelled.
1 he next day, the day after, and several
days to come passed and nothing was heard of
Doggie. Evidently the president and dean had
reached an understanding; perhaps the dog-
catcher was included, too. He, whom they had
fussed over, fought and cried over; he for
whom they had sought a suitable title in vain,
became known as Dog-gone. Some freshman
had dubbed him that, following his sudden de
parture. The girls worried and hunted for
him. Inquiring glances were thrown at the
dean and president. Harsh feelings accumu
lated ; lax work and a sulkiness toward rules
were all breeding. Where had that dog gone?
If they had only known that the president
and dean had indeed reached an understanding
or agreement, it is hard to say which emotion
would have predominated—joy or anger.
I he eighth day of his mysterious disappear
ance, Dog-gone was—hold your breath—dozing
in the middle of the president’s bed with his
head resting on the dean’s most elaborate silk
pillow, hor the last few days he had attained
bliss. He had attention undreamed of. His
every grunt brought him an audience. And
such meals as that dog got!
Then one day it was all found out. A stu
dent, who by the merest fraction of a chance,
was sent to get a book from the president’s sit
ting room, encountered Dog-gone lazily chasing
his tail. She grabbed the fat pet and flew,
completely ignoring her original errand. Then
set in canine complications.
Finally, the Kampus found it could not exist
smoothly without Dog-gone. So the honored
pup spent his time between the president and
dean and girls. In summer, lie “vacationed"
with the president. Thus friendly but under-
j standing jealousy prevailed.
When Junior returned in September he found
' his badge did not satisfy as his live victim, the
dog. This appeared in all the morning papers:
“Dog gone from home during two months’ ab-
| sence. August-September. White raggy dog
of nine months. Answers to Doggie. Reward
for return to Mr. Perry, 406 3rd Ave.”
Fortunately, or unfortunately, the Kollege
never read this.
JUNIOR AND FRESHMAN
SISTERS
By MINNIE EDITH CURETON
Two years ago the students in the college
realized the need of a stronger feeling of kin
ship between the different college classes. To
meet this need the idea of sister classes was
put into use on our campus. The plan is so
arranged that the Junior class is the sister class
of each incoming group of freshmen, and each
senior class is sister to the sophomore class. At
that time the present junior class, the Eagles,
was only a group of freshmen. We were safely
led through that initial period of college life
by the members of the class of 1927. They were
then Juniors. Eagerly have the Eagles waited
for the time to come when they could serve a
young class in the same capacity that that class
served them.
This year the long coveted privilege of loving,
advising with, and sharing with the tender, green
buds of college has come to the Eagles. Realiz
ing the responsibility that is upon them they
have carefully thought out plans which the.
two classes will work out together.
On the last day of Freshman Week the presi
dent of the junior class with the student ad
visor, Miss McGhee, helped the freshmen to or
ganize their class. First of all they tried to ex
plain the interdependence that must exist be
tween the four classes and between the mem
bers of each class in order that the true college
spirit may manifest itself on our campus. Then
the meaning of “sister class,” its ideals, and the
class color was explained.
Because of the present system of rotation of
colors, blue, next in order, became the fresh
man class color. Then the principal class of
ficers were nominated and elected.
During all this time the members of this class
were “simply freshmen.” They had no other
name or symbol to characterize them. Not for
long, though, was this group to be “simply
freshmen.” After having the class emblem ex
plained to them, each person began thinking
about some person, place or thing that would ac
curately symbolize their latent possibilities.
After much consideration it was agreed that
there is only one thing that can truly symbolize
their ideals. It is the wise old owl. Thus, the
freshmen became owls.
The Eagles are constantly thinking about and
planning ways by which they can be of real
service to their young, “verdant” sisters, the
Owls. The knowledge and foresight of Owls
combined with the strength and endurance of
Eagles can mean the realization of only worthy
ideals on our campus this school year.