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1915 Yearbook

1915 Yearbook


1915 Yearbook


The Columbia is a place of rest and
amusement, where the students of a dramatic turn of mind rest for a few short
hours from the laborious toil of translating Latin and Greek classics, to indulge in
the pleasure of witnessing the scenes of
the modern stage. The means used by
which we gain this rare enjoyment are
three, viz: the Philosophers who do the
asking, our Very Reverend President who
gives his consent, and the street cars
which convey us to our destination.
On some bright, balmy day, while we
are devouring our beans and carp and are
supping our tea, it is whispered about the
refectory, that we are going to "strike"
for a free day. Dinner being over and a
visit to the chapel made, the smoker and
all its frivolity is forgotten, the Philosophers slowly, but steadily, climb the
stairs to the third floor. Here, coming
face to face with the President, the bravest among them, with unquavering voice
explains to him the beauty of the atmosphere and how much the student body
would enjoy a free afternoon and general
permission. After due deliberation, in
most instances the request is granted and
mirth and enjoyment ring through the
halls. The Greek "sharks," who a few
minutes before, were busily engaged in
translating Plato and Xenephon, forgetting that such men ever lived, will, in a
short time, be found standing in front of
the mirror "safety" in hand and scraping
their as yet beardless complexions. Then
•iftiest suit, wide-spreading tie and
cloth-topped shoes are donned and they
betake themselves to "The Columbia,"
providing they are the undisputed owners
of a ten-cent piece. Some are so favorably situated financially that they are able
to join the high-brows and purchase a
twenty cent seat. These, turning proudly
away from those forced to climb the winding stairs, proceed down the aisle, with
their raincoats on their arms, while the
orchestra softly plays, "It's a Long Way
to Tipperary," and take seats as close to
the stage as possible.
It is well to be provided with an extra
"jitney" in order to secure a bag of peanuts from the cute little boy in the white
coat. These, being equally distributed
among the surrounding crowd, we settle
back to enjoy such acts as the following:
Madame Kochouski, the ex-grand opera
singer, Prof. La Fallette, the sleight of
hand performer, etc., and about 4:29
there is a rush for the next block in order
to catch the 4:30 car and so get back to
school on time.
—E. A. C.
Vogt: "I want you to remember that
I am a self-made man."
Gross: "Well, that sure takes a great
responsibility off of the Lord."
English Prof.: "Mr. Morrin, you are a
Philosopher, are you not?"
Mell Morrin: "I am."
English Prof.: "Please give me your
idea of life at St. Ambrose College?"
M. M.: "Life at St. Ambrose is neither
a 'Tempest,' nor a 'Midsummer Night's
Dream,' but some times it is a 'Comedy of
Errors,' in which you can take it 'As You
Like It' and make 'Much Ado About Nothing,' but, taking it 'Measure for Measure,'
you will find that 'All's Well that Ends
Morrin: "The doctor has advised me
to go South for a month's rest. The
question now is, where to go."
Welsh: "Go to another doctor."
Prof. Spencer has defined evolution as,
"A change continuous from indefiinite, incoherent homogeneity, to a coherent, definite heterogeneity, through successive integrations and differentiations."
"Now, Mr. Schmidt, is that clear to
Bill Schmidt:
"Yes, Father, all the way."




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