1915 Yearbook
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1915 Yearbook
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the following: "Gentlemen, I just came from Chicago and picked
you out a nice piece named T haf an hoe/ some kind of a hoe, anyhow,
alright—play."
Time hurried along. In June we said, "only fifteen more days," and in September we were sincerely glad to get back.
1902 was a memorable year for the College and for the '98ers. Some of us
were "Philosophers," modest ones. We made no proud boasts of our knowledge;
one day in class one of us admitted "Non understando." The days of private
rooms and added dignity were upon us, and even if the dignity, like some vaccination, "did not take," we were brought to realize that our time was getting short
among the associations we truly held so dear. The crowning event of the year
was on the last day of April, 1902, when our beautiful new chapel was dedicated, and when Archbishop Keane of Dubuque addressed the students in eloquent terms, which are still in our minds. The subject was, "Give me, O God,
the Wisdom that standeth by Thy Throne."
The completion of the west wing of the College was a proud day for us. We
were proud of our progress and were glad to be students of the growing institution.
The campus this year was the scene of many victories over visiting teams.
The games among ourselves were just as spirited as the big games, even if they
were not so scientific. And the games between the "Giants" and "Josh's" team,
and the "Gladiators" had the added interest of a three or four days' "post mortem," not to mention the two pies some of us had for dinner or did not have, as
the case might be.
Eventful days, surely. Before 1902 closed it was our misfortune to have a
fire, and the fire department came in time to say "well done" to two of us who
threw the burning couch out of the third-story window.
The presentation of books each Christmas to the prefects was a memorable
occasion and an event that fostered good-fellowship in the student body.
And now in an incredibly short time, just a few years that have gone too
fast, the '98ers are the graduates of 1903. The closing would be difficult to describe. Joy there was, of course. Our friends, our relatives, and our professors were present to congratulate us and to wish us "God-speed." It was a joyful occasion in that our musical organizations and our addresses merited the
praise of our Bishop and our President. There is joy in our good accomplishment, but on further thought a note of sadness was mingled with all the joyful
music—we were leaving the institution, and our President who had been our
advisor and to whom we had taken our trials and difficulties, was also leaving
the College. We had longed for our graduation day, and now that it was here
we should like to have remained longer with the professors we respected so much,
and among the associations to which we had become so much attached.
ED. HENNEBERRY, Coll., 1903.
you out a nice piece named T haf an hoe/ some kind of a hoe, anyhow,
alright—play."
Time hurried along. In June we said, "only fifteen more days," and in September we were sincerely glad to get back.
1902 was a memorable year for the College and for the '98ers. Some of us
were "Philosophers," modest ones. We made no proud boasts of our knowledge;
one day in class one of us admitted "Non understando." The days of private
rooms and added dignity were upon us, and even if the dignity, like some vaccination, "did not take," we were brought to realize that our time was getting short
among the associations we truly held so dear. The crowning event of the year
was on the last day of April, 1902, when our beautiful new chapel was dedicated, and when Archbishop Keane of Dubuque addressed the students in eloquent terms, which are still in our minds. The subject was, "Give me, O God,
the Wisdom that standeth by Thy Throne."
The completion of the west wing of the College was a proud day for us. We
were proud of our progress and were glad to be students of the growing institution.
The campus this year was the scene of many victories over visiting teams.
The games among ourselves were just as spirited as the big games, even if they
were not so scientific. And the games between the "Giants" and "Josh's" team,
and the "Gladiators" had the added interest of a three or four days' "post mortem," not to mention the two pies some of us had for dinner or did not have, as
the case might be.
Eventful days, surely. Before 1902 closed it was our misfortune to have a
fire, and the fire department came in time to say "well done" to two of us who
threw the burning couch out of the third-story window.
The presentation of books each Christmas to the prefects was a memorable
occasion and an event that fostered good-fellowship in the student body.
And now in an incredibly short time, just a few years that have gone too
fast, the '98ers are the graduates of 1903. The closing would be difficult to describe. Joy there was, of course. Our friends, our relatives, and our professors were present to congratulate us and to wish us "God-speed." It was a joyful occasion in that our musical organizations and our addresses merited the
praise of our Bishop and our President. There is joy in our good accomplishment, but on further thought a note of sadness was mingled with all the joyful
music—we were leaving the institution, and our President who had been our
advisor and to whom we had taken our trials and difficulties, was also leaving
the College. We had longed for our graduation day, and now that it was here
we should like to have remained longer with the professors we respected so much,
and among the associations to which we had become so much attached.
ED. HENNEBERRY, Coll., 1903.
Date
1915
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St. Ambrose University, 518 W. Locust St., Davenport, IA 52803
Identifier
http://cdm16810.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/p16810coll2/id/3582