SENIOR CLASS HISTORY

LEX CUETISS has made some very rapid flights in his aeroplane but every once in a while he has an accident and the smoothness of his flight is interrupted. But time i? an aviator that never has the slightest mishap and four years on one gallon of fuel is no record whatever.
In 1906 Win. R. Harper, the great magazine man and author, Marshall Field, the great merchant, Susan B. Anthony, the renowned Suffragist, Ilenrik Ibsen, the ecentric dramatist, Senator Gorman, the iamous politician and Russell Sage, the financier, all died. Jn the same year in the month of April the beautiful city of the "Golden Gate," San Francisco, was rocked from her foundations, while a few months later in August, the citizens of Valparaiso, in South America, were mourning the loss of friends and relative's, killed in another great earthquake. All these occurrences made a demand for efficient men and women to fill the vacancies and shoulder the burdens of the world.
Therefore in September, 1906, a mob of undeveloped youths were hurried from the North and the South, from the East and the West to schools all over the good old land of Uncle Sam. A goodly portion of this bunch of novices landed in Lexington, Kentucky, at the, then, god old "State College" ami took up the work, oh, so hard, of active college students. Thus Fate handled the year 1906.
But what of us who landed here with letters from friends and the pastor of the little church at home? Bravely we marched to our various new duties and quickly became efficient in them. In an unguarded moment of heedless taunting from our predecessors we became involved in a barbartfus display of brute strength called class "Flag Rush." Say, wouldn't old Susan B. Anthony and Ibsen have felt highly gratified to have come upon their immediate successors about 3 p. m. of that memorable day? Yes, the papers gave the "Sophs" credit for a great victory over us, but a flighty little yellow journal is not capable of probing the real depths of such affairs and consequently they did not understand our attitude in that matter. Did you ever compare the actions of a brood of incubator chicks to those of a brood raised in the proper manner? Well, our class that first year was the incubator bunch and knew not the cluck of the mother hen and so naturally stood not together but more or less as individuals.    Unfortunately, the historian lived  in the Dormitory
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