{"1": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3457", "width": "2220", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS.\\nChap. Copyright No.\\nShelLiX _g 35 r6\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA,", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER\\nBEING\\nSTANFORD RHYMES\\nBY\\nCAROLUS AGER\\n(CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD, 95)\\nRkpbinted from the Student Publications, with Sundry\\nTruthful Picturings, by Donald Hume Fry, 95,\\nAND AN Apology, by David Starr Jordan\\nUbfrb lEMtion\\nSan Francisco\\n1899", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "4112\\nTWO COPIES HSCEIVKO,\\nI?t1 SECOND COPY.\\nCopyright, 1896^ by William Doxey\\nCopyright, 1899, by Charles K. Field\\nc\\\\\\\\\\nPress of C. A. Murdock Co.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "x\\nThis little book ynay perhaps he dear\\nTo some who tenderly recall\\nThe Stanford grapes, and the Mayfield beer\\nAnd the girls of Bohle Hall.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "Four of the verses printed in the\\nand second, editions of this book are\\nomitted in the third, and fifteen of those\\nhere printed are not included in the\\npreceding editions.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "FOREWORD TO THE THIRD EDITION.\\nTHESE verses, reminiscent of the early years of\\nStanford University, come into a third edition\\nto the music of hammer and saw and the ring of chisel\\nupon yellow stone. The new roofs rim the blue\\nfar above the low red line of the old Quad, the great\\nArch towers higher still, and the Chapel lifts itself,\\nstone by stone, toward its ideal,\u00e2\u0080\u0094 little more than\\nan uncertain dream when these rhymes were first\\nput together in memory of the days of hope.\\nYet, low-lying before the rising Chapel, dingy, to\\nbe sure, but still visible on twilight evenings, glim-\\nmers the 95 numeral in hasty paint, and somewhere\\nbeside a giant heap of earth where the feet of the\\nScience Buildings are sinking into the Campus, a\\nlittle old tree slants up with a bronze plate upon its\\nbreast.\\nSo, perhaps, in the Club-room at Encina and\\naround fraternity firesides, away from the noise\\nand clamor of the broad daylight, these quiet voices\\nof the early morning may not be altogether lost.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "DEDICATION.\\nMy four-leaved clover groweth not\\nUpon Parnassus steep.\\nBut on the Palo Alto hills\\nWhere Stayiford poppies sleep;\\nAnd though these song-weeds cluster not\\nBeside the Muses well,\\nThe Spring-filled Lagunita Lake\\nPerchance may do as well;\\nNo brilliant bloom, biit rooted deep\\nIn Stanford loyalty.\\nTheir still small voice may speak to those\\nWho share that love with me.\\nWho once within a cloistered place\\nWere college mates of mine.\\nIn clover there for four sweet years\\nThat bore the stamp divine;\\nThen, though this lyre have but two strings,\\nOne Love, the other Beer,\\nI calmly dedicate them both\\nTo every Pioneer.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A FELLOW ean be young but once. So it is with\\na university. It is a royal experience when\\none s own youtli and that of his university come\\ntogether. All the more glorious is it when, with\\nall this, one has the gift of song, if he does not\\ntake it too seriously, and when the university has\\nthe charui of beauty and the glow of hope. The\\nhighest value of tradition lies in the making of it,\\nand the rhymes of Carolus Ager ai*e part of the\\ntraditions of Leland Stanford Junior University.\\nTo those of us who were part of the four pre-\\ncious pioneer years of the university, these rhymes\\nhave a value beyond that given by any literary\\n11", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "APOLOGY.\\ncleverness they may possess. They are original\\ndocuments in our academic history. Each one\\nrecalls a day which the now sober and decorous\\nUniversity will never see again. And it may be in\\nplace to remind the still more sober and decorous\\npublic, to whom these rhymes are not addressed,\\nthat they are not to be taken too literally. Love\\nand wine in youth are metaphors only. The color\\nof life is red, cardinal red, according to our theory,\\nand the Zinfandel has the same color. The red\\nwine of these rhymes Is not Zinfandel; it contains\\nno alcohol, nor has it ever crossed the Mayfield\\noar. It is the flow of young life. So, too, with\\nLove. It is not the serious, fateful thing it seems,\\nonce you have come to forty years. It is a\\nsymbol only, the emblem of the great thing\\nalways to come, who knows But those who\\nhave been once young understand all this, and the\\nothers, let us hope, will never hear of Carolus\\nAger.\\nAOy^s,_^.\u00e2\u0080\u009eC.,ji^ viJiZX-Av.\\n12", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "SUMMARY.\\nHe tvho was here with us is now no more;\\nAcross the river he has wandered far\\nI wonder if upon the other shore\\nWe ll meet again as at the Mayfleld bar.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094From the Sequoia.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS\\nPage\\nAROUND THE QUAD:\\nComing Thro the Quad 23\\n(The Pioneer Verse.)\\nThe Days of 91 .24\\nEvening on the Campus 26\\nA Lament for the Dear Departed 28\\nThe Rivals 30\\nA Toast 33\\nHonor Among Thieves 34\\nThe Pioneers 36\\nThe Heavens are Telling .39\\nA Hero 40\\nMizPAH 42\\nA Thanksgiving Toast 44\\nTo Walter Camp 45\\n15", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nA Question of Color 46\\nA Song in Season 47\\nGuTER Alter Wein 48\\nDrinking Song 50\\nFalse Lights 53\\nMy Little Mayfield Girl .54\\nAt Mayfield 56\\nRelapse 57\\nAfterward 58\\nThe President 60\\nBarbara s Lullaby 61\\nTribute .62\\nA Friend in Need 64\\nThe Secret of Two 68\\nA Song for Hilda 69\\nThe Prof s Little Girl 70\\n16", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "contents.\\nOut of the Mouths of Babes .72\\nThe Last Good-By .74\\nTHE SOBER SIDE:\\nIn Memory of Richakd Alerecht 79\\nReunion 80\\nIn Geology Hour 82\\n(By courtesy of Overland Monthly.\\nIn Memory of Louis Donald McLaine 84\\nCompensation 86\\nLeland Stanford 88\\nTo Mrs. Stanford 90\\nCompany K, 1st Cal., U. S. Y. 92\\nAt Nagasaki 94\\nGod s Acre 96\\nA Memory 98\\n17", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nIN JOSHING MOOD:\\nBeware! 101\\nThe BALiiAD op Woodside Field .102\\nPersona Non Grata 110\\nIn the Cold, Cold World .112\\nAn Old Acquaintance 114\\nCO-EDUCATION:\\nThe Grasshoppers 117\\nDanger! .118\\nAt Study-Time 120\\nTwo Windows 121\\nThe Ideal Co-Ed 122\\nStrategy 124\\nMetamorphosis 125\\nIn the Spider s Web 126\\n18", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "contexts.\\nEmancipation 128\\nWarning 130\\nFate 131\\nFour Valentines 132\\nLorelei 134\\nQ. E. D 136\\nWhen We Come Back No More .137\\n19", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "I made myself a poet in the place,\\nAnd blithely sang of college life and ivays.\\nThe pleasure of the undergraduate pace,\\nAnd all the joy between the holidays;\\nNo care spoke ever in Tny careless song,\\nFrom graver strains I kept my pipe apart,\\nAnd played the upper notes; ah, was it wrong\\nTo dream my music reached the student heart?\\nUpon a day one said, with kind intent:\\nWhy sing forever of these trivial things\\nFor better music was your piping meant;\\nWill you confess such earth-restricted wings f\\nStrike some Byronic chord, sublime and deep.\\nFind in ethereal flight the upper air,\\nAnd speak to us some word that we may keep\\nWithin our hearts and ever treasure there!\\nThen, with one pang for wasted hours, I gave\\nAnother meaning to my faltering lay,\\nAnd sang of Life and Pain, an early grave,\\nHope and Despair, and Love that lives alway\\nBut when I listened for an echoing heart,\\nI saw all other lips with laughter curl.\\nAnd heard them whisper jestingly apart,\\nHe^s got it bad, poor fool we know the girl!^^\\n20", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "AROUND THE QUAD,", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "COMING THRO THE QUAD.\\n(the pioneer verse.)\\nF a body meet a body\\nComing thro the Quad,\\nIf a body see a body,\\nCan t a body nod?\\nEv ry lassie has her laddie,\\nE en tho seeking knowledge;\\nStanford girls are much like those\\nIn any other college.\\nIf a body meet a body\\nOn the cement walk,\\nIf a body greet a body,\\nCan t she stop and talk?\\nSweeter far is conversation\\nIn the open air\\nThan on Fridays, in the parlor,\\nWhen the matron s there", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "THE DAYS OF 91,\\nEAR chum of mine, do you recall,\\nWhen college had begun,\\nThe gladness of that glorious fall,\\nAnd how we spent the mon\\nThe days of cheer, the days of beer,\\nThe days of 91.\\nDear maid of mine, do you recall.\\nWhen first my heart you won.\\nThere were no lights in Roble Hall,\\nBut, oh, such loads of fun?\\nThe days of dark, the days of spark.\\nThe days of 91.\\nDear major prof, do you recall\\nThe night, at set of sun,\\nWe met, when each had made his haul\\nWhere vineyard pathways run?\\n24", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE DAYS OF 91.\\nThe days of scrapes, the days of grapes,\\nThe days of 91.\\nDear Class of 95, when all\\nThe four years thread is spun,\\nThe Freshman follies we recall\\nWe would not have undone;\\nThose days when youth came seeking truth.\\nThe days of 91.\\n25", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "EVENING ON THE CAMPUS.\\nEHiND a screen of western hills\\nThe sunset color fades to night;\\nAlong the arching corridors\\nLong shadows steal with footsteps\\nlight.\\nThe banners of the day are furled;\\nThro darkening space the twilight creeps\\nAnd smooths the forehead of the world\\nUntil he sleeps.\\nThe oak-trees closer draw their hoods;\\nA bird, belated, wings his dim,\\nUncertain flight, and far above\\nA star looks down and laughs at him;\\nThe sky and mountains melt in one;\\nTall gum-trees range their ranks around;\\nThe white walk marks its length upon\\nThe velvet ground.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "EVENING ON THE CAMPUS.\\nFrom out the dusk the chimney points,\\nLike guiding finger to the skies;\\nDown drops the curtain of the night,\\nAnd all the plain in darkness lies,\\nWhen, as the college buildings seem\\nTo lose their form in shapeless mass.\\nThe lights shine out as poppies gleam\\nAmid the grass.\\n27", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "A LAMENT FOR THE DEAR DEPARTED.\\nIS step is gentle, his voice is low,\\nHis manner meek as Moses;\\nI watch him softly come and go,\\nAt work about the room, and know\\nHis murmured words obeisance show,\\nEach move his awe discloses.\\nMy rugs need shaking much, but he\\nPerhaps has not been taught it,\\nAnd so, one morning, pleasantly\\nI say this must no longer be,\\nAnd find, alas! his awe of me\\nIs not the thing I thought it.\\nThough this has failed, I bring to mind\\nThe good that coin can do one;\\nAnd so a hoarded half I find.\\nAnd hand him it, with aspect kind,\\n28", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "A LAMENT FOR THE DEAR DEPARTED.\\nAnd, by his dazzling smile made blind,\\nFancy my way the true one.\\nAnother Jap this morning came\\nTo fix my room up neatly;\\nAnd I presume it were a shame\\nTo think the vanished one to blame.\\nBecause a curse upon his name!\\nHe shook the room completely.\\n29", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "THE RIVALS.\\nHERE s such a racket round my\\nroom!\\nThe fellow under me\\nHas frequent fits of frightful\\ngloom,\\nIn which condition he\\nUpon a cello wails as though\\nIt were the voice of one below\\nWhere souls in torment be.\\nA man who plays the cornet shrill\\nIs quartered overhead;\\nIts strident voice is never still,\\nI swear he plays in bed;\\nBut when he tackles Robin Hood,\\nAnd plays it like a dirge, I would\\nThat one of us were dead!\\n30", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE RIVALS.\\nThere is a poor asthmatic flute\\nThat wheezes on my left.\\nIf some fine day the heartless brute\\nShould be of it bereft,\\nThe record-angel, I dare think.\\nWould write me up in colored ink,\\nAnd love me for the theft.\\nA singer dwells upon my right,\\nLast but by no means least.\\nWho celebrates in song each night\\nSome sweetheart now deceased;\\nAnd though his grief may be profound,\\nHis upper notes, it seems, would sound\\nMore musical if greased.\\nWhat have I done, that these should join\\nTo make my fortune worse?\\nIs there no way, for love or coin.\\nTo rid me of the curse?\\nThe happiest day that dawns for me\\n31", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "THE RIVALS.\\nShall be the one on which I see\\nThe noisy flock disperse;\\nFor though within my room alone\\nFor hours I have stayed\\nAnd practiced on my big trombone,\\nIt s lost time, I m afraid,\\nThe racket round my room is such\\nI really cannot tell how much\\nImprovement I have made.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "A TOAST.\\nHere s to the Freshman, all verdant\\nand gay,\\nHere s to the Soph and his folly,\\nHere s to the Senior afraid of next\\nMay,\\nAnd here s to the Junior so jolly;\\nLet the toast pass,\\nDrink to the Class,\\nHer glory shall be our excuse for the glass.\\nHere s to the Class that is leader in all,\\nLong may she prosper and thrive, boys!\\nThen fill up your glasses and drink at my call\\nThe glary of old Ninety-five, boys;\\nLet the toast pass.\\nDrink to the Class,\\nHer glory shall be our excuse for the glass.\\n33", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "HONOR AMONG THIEVES.\\nHORSEMAN rides througli the autumn\\nnight,\\n(The grapes are heavy upon the\\nvine,)\\nHe searches the left, and he scans\\nthe right.\\nAnd his eyes are keen in the cold moonlight,\\n(For grapes devoured shall never make wine).\\nThere crouches a student among the leaves,\\n(The grapes are purple upon the vine,)\\nBut many a shadow the eye deceives,\\nAnd the guard rides on in his quest for thieves,\\n(And grapes devoured shall never make wine).\\nSomebody crawls through the yielding fence,\\n(The grapes are trembling upon the vine,)\\nHis Faculty whiskers give evidence\\n34", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "HONOR AMONG THIEVES.\\nOf unimpeacliable eminence,\\n(But grapes devoured shall never make wine).\\nThere in the shadow the two have met,\\n(The grapes are fewer upon the vine,)\\nThe sudden start that one does n t forget.\\nThe recognition that s sadder yet,\\n(And grapes devoured shall never make wine).\\nA clasp of hands in the hush of night,\\n(The grapes are missing upon the vine,)\\nAnd somebody s lips are pledged so tight\\nThat to somebody else they need never recite,\\n(And grapes devoured shall never make wine.)\\n35", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "THE PIONEERS.\\nWEALTH of old tradition marks\\nThe other Universities,\\nStories of great men gone before,\\nBut no such things as these\\nCould ever set our hearts aflame\\nLike that first year\\nThat gave our glorious class its name\\nOf Pioneer.\\nThe college world was all before\\nUs where to choose our place of rest.\\nAnd Sophomore stock was low, and lived\\nBy sufferance at best;\\nThe other yells died out with shame\\nWhen Zah! Zah! Zeer!\\nMade all the echoing Quad proclaim\\nThe Pioneer.\\n3^", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "THE PIONEERS.\\nThen, with our war-paint we profaned\\nThe dignity of ancient trees,\\nAnd with our magic numeral awed\\nThe aborigines;\\nIn sundry ways we let them know\\nWe were right here,\\nAnd just what deference they must show\\nThe Pioneer.\\nTwas then that in Encina Hall\\nThe Eoble maidens ate,\\nAnd we, though Freshman hunger gnawed\\nAt us, were glad to wait;\\nFor as they passed along the hall\\nThe fact was clear\\nEach maiden had among us all\\nHer Pioneer.\\nWe Ve watched three other classes through\\nTheir Freshman years since we were\\nthere,\\n37", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "THE PIONEERS.\\nBut somehow everything since then\\nHas worn a different air;\\nNo other days could be the same,\\nNone half so dear\\nAs those that gave our class its name\\nOf Pioneer!\\n38", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "TKE HEAVENS ARE TELLING.\\nI came over from Berkeley town,\\nThe sun in the west went slowly\\ndown,\\nAnd all around, when the day\\nwas old,\\nThe waves were gaudy with blue and gold.\\nThe sun sank into the v/est away,\\nThe colors faded from ofl the bay;\\nThe waves grew dark, but overhead\\nThe whole sky gloried in Stanford red!\\n39", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "A HERO.\\nUT into the mud and tlie wet he goes,\\nMy hero, tall and strong;\\nUnder his jersey the muscle shows,\\nAnd, Samson-like, his dark hair grows\\nDelightfully thick and long.\\nOut from his feet the black mud flies.\\nHis jacket is far from white;\\nBother these boys with their dapper ties!\\nWho come and compel me to turn my eyes\\nAway from a nobler sight.\\nThe hills are red with the western sun.\\nThe twilight comes like a dream;\\nBut until the practice work is done\\nI strain my eyes for his every run,\\nAnd I know he will make the team!\\n40", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "A HERO.\\nI envy the fellow who keeps his cap,\\nWith so little appreciation,\\nWhile I stroll back with a soft-tongued chap\\nWhose muscles I know are n t worth a rap,\\nAnd whose hair is an imitation.\\n41", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "MIZPAH.\\nNvER tlie liills and far away,\\nJ] With, marvelous muscles and\\nwonderful hair,\\nThe team has stolen for secret\\nplay\\nOver the hills and far away.\\nAnd only themselves know where.\\nOut on the oval a silence reigns,\\nThe stealing shadows are all alone;\\nSomewhere else each champion trains.\\nAnd all unwatched his muscle strains\\nIn some retreat unknown.\\nAnd we, who can only watch and cheer\\nAt nightly practice, must wait and dream\\nOf that mighty day that draws so near,\\nAnd, hovering still between hope and fear.\\nBet on our vanished team.\\n42", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "MIZPAH.\\nBut wlien they come (ah! the days are few),\\nThe Haight-street campers shall yield the day.\\nAnd the vanquished wearers of gold and blue\\nShall fold their tents, as the Arabs do.\\nAnd silently steal away.\\n43", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "A THANKSGIVING TOAST.\\na^ NE of the team for the whole four years;\\nAh, what a record that!\\nStrongest and best of the Pioneers,\\nFill me a glass to Phat.\\nDrink with me to his health again;\\nThis is no toast to sip;\\nHere s to the captain whose loyal men\\nSaved us the championship!\\nNinety-five, this is our triumph hour,\\nNever again to be;\\nBut when at length our boasted power\\nFades into memory,\\nStill in the hearts of us all shall live\\nHe whom to-day we cheer,\\nDowning! the darling of Ninety-five,\\nCaptain and Pioneer.\\n44", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "TO WALTEK CAMP.\\nooD-BY, until we meet again,\\nThrice honored friend from\\nMother Yale!\\nUnder whose stirring generalship\\nNo team can ever fail.\\nWe keep the hope that you will guide\\nOur course thro many another fall;\\nGood-by! take with you on your way\\nThe blessing of us all.\\n45", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "A. QUESTION OF COLOE.\\nAiDEN dear, your eyes are blue,\\nThe glint of gold is in all your\\nhair;\\nBut never may I to those colors\\ntwo\\nBe loyal, although I must own them fair.\\nStill, beauty, though it bloom like yours,\\nIs only transient after all;\\nVirtues are strong while love endures,\\nAnd they in you are cardinal!\\n46", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "A SONG IN SEASON.\\nthe rain!\\nThe buttercups overflow,\\nAnd out on the hill again\\nThe yellow violets grow.\\nOh^ the rain!\\nAnd the loving mud to pass!\\nThe bus waits long for the train,\\nAnd the prof is late to his class.\\nOh, the rain!\\nWhen the bamboo bends to the rim,\\nAnd a girl and a hurricane\\nAre waging a battle grim.\\nOh, the rain!\\nAt the last sweet bell defied,\\nWith one umbrella for twain.\\nAnd a sidewalk two planks wide.\\n47", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "GUTER ALTER WEIN.\\nHEN, as a Freshman, I began\\nTo try the German speech,\\nI studied with a learned man\\nWho knew the way to teach,\\nAnd, being an American,\\nWas not beyond my reach.\\nHe used continually the phrase,\\nGuter alter Wein,\\nIn showing me the devious ways\\nThat adjectives decline;\\nI wondered, in those guileless days.\\nWhy he so liked the line.\\nAh, days of pastimes innocent I\\nThe other sports that are!\\nWhen my allowance never went\\nOver the Mayfield bar,\\n48", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "Nor in my months accounts I sent\\nSuch wash-bills home to Pa;\\nEre our vocabularies grew\\nUntil I could divine\\nThe meaning hid to earlier view\\nIn guter alter Wein\\nUntil studieren, schlaffen, too,\\nWere words not found in mine.\\nUnlearned the lesson of the lights,\\nTo go out at half-past ten,\\nAnd never know the time o nights\\nThat I got in again;\\nI never failed to count the flights\\nOf stairs correctly, then.\\nA Soph to-day, and wiser grown\\nAlong another line\\nThan German, my first year has shown\\nThe teacher s method fine;\\nThere is no tongue-inspirer known\\nLike guter alter Wein\\n49", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "DRINKING SONG.\\n(WRITTEN TO MUSIC.)\\nWE ll go down the road to the Lit-\\ntle Vendome\\nWhen the stars are shining\\nbright,\\nAnd we 11 fill up our glasses\\nand never go home\\nThrough all the livelong night;\\nWe 11 drink, drink, drink, with laughter\\nfree,\\nA toast to our University.\\nBut the night must pass,\\nAnd there comes, alas!\\nA dark-brown taste in the morning;\\nO fill up your glasses don t be a dig!\\nWho cares a fig\\nIf his head is big?\\n50", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "DRINKING SONG.\\nAnd what care we so long as we drink till\\ntlie dawning\\nBut next day in recitation\\nOil! how hard to keep awake;\\nRaging thirst without cessation,\\nAll one grand headache\\nAh! ha, ha, ha, ha!\\nWhat though sadly we may suffer,\\nWhat though suspicious be our looks.\\nEvery student is a bluffer,\\nWe will sleep behind our books.\\nCome then, drink, with laughter free.\\nDrink to the University\\nAll too swiftly each year passes.\\nCollege life is wondrous fair\\nUp then, boys, and fill your glasses.\\nDrink to the days that know no care.\\nThen fill up the glass to the sparkling brim\\nAnd drink until we fall;\\n51", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "DRINKING SONG.\\nWhoever can drink it we ve welcome for him\\nBeneath the redwood tall;\\nWe ll drink, drink, drink, with laughter free,\\nBeneath the stately Palo Alto tree.\\nThough the night must pass,\\nAnd there comes, alas!\\nA world of woe in the morning.\\nWe 11 fill up our glasses the man s a dig\\nWho cares a fig\\nIf his head is big,\\nSo what care we so long as we drink till the\\ndawning\\n52", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "FALSE LIGHTS.\\nHAVE a little attic room\\nThat looks upon the Eow,\\nMy head professor s clover lavrn\\nGrows grudgingly below,\\nAnd he can watch my study-lamp\\nUntil to bed I go.\\nSo with incentive such as this\\nI trim my studious light,\\nAnd far into the short-wicked hours\\nMy window-square is bright,\\nAnd my professor knows he need\\nNot ask me to recite.\\nThen sweetly let my beacon burn.\\nAnd my professor smile,\\nAlthough between my light and me\\nThere lies a darkened mile;\\nMy signal-lamp is trimmed, and I\\nIn Mayfield all the while!\\n53", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "MY LITTLE MAYFIELD GIRL.\\n(WEITTEN TO MUSIC.)\\nosT every one loves a co-ed\\nSome fellows love two or three,\\nBut among all tlie girls on tlie\\ncampus\\nThere is n t one in it with me,\\nFor way down the road by the Brewery\\nLives one who sets me in a whirl,\\nWhile helping her Ma make tamales,\\nMy little Mayfield girl.\\nMy pearl is a Mayfield girl,\\nShe s all the world to me;\\nShe s in it with, any of the girls on\\nthe Quad,\\nThough swagger and swell they be;\\nAt Dornberger s Hall, oh, she kills\\nthem all.\\nAs waltzing together we twirl,\\n54", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "MY LITTLE MAYFIELD GIRL.\\nNo co-ed is in it with her for a\\nminute,\\nMy little Mayfield girl.\\nShe never comes up to the classes,\\nOr lectures or chapel at all,\\nBut when there s a fifty-cent party\\nI meet her at Dornberger s Hall;\\nThen I move in the Mayfield 400\\nAnd round in the lancers we whirl,\\nI wonder she never gets dizzy,\\nMy little Mayfield girl!\\nMy pearl is a Mayfield girl.\\nNone is so sweet as she;\\nFred is forgotten, and Patsy, as well,\\nShe makes the town for me;\\nThen let all the rest of the boys go west,\\nWhere Eoble sets young heads awhirl,\\nBut the shrine where I m priest lies away\\nto the east\\nWith my little Mayfield girl.\\n55", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "AT MAYFIELD.\\n|RossiNG the bar I watcli my treasure\\ngo;\\nLet no repentant thought this\\nparting mar,\\nThough tis my month s allowance leaves\\nme so,\\nCrossing the bar;\\nAll memory of debt be banished far\\nFrom this leave-taking one more glass,\\nI know,\\nWill prove a Lethe for the griefs that are,\\nAnd in this numbing flood I put below\\nI 11 drown the thought of my providing\\nPa\\nWho d raise all Hades could he see my\\ndough\\nCrossing the bar!\\n56", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "KELAPSE.\\nSTUDY Evolution,\\nAnd hear the teacher tell\\nHow we have all developed\\nFrom an isolated cell\\nAnd in the examination\\nSome fellows make it plain\\nTheir principles will bring them\\nTo the starting-point again.\\n57", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "AFTEKWAED.\\nvE left college and you re still there,\\nSpending money while I am\\nsaving.\\nBut once in a while we two meet\\nwhere\\nThe steps lead dow^n from the city paving,\\nAnd there we talk of the life each knows,\\nThe sun and wind of the college weather;\\nWe three friends, while the evening goes.\\nYou and Pilsner and I together.\\nPilsner s a jolly, congenial chap,\\nSurnamed Schlitz, and found wherever\\nThey keep the best of this world on tap,\\nSparkling always, unpleasant never;\\nAnd what if he really crossed the sea.\\nOr is native-born, who cares a feather,\\nSo long as he makes our number three.\\nYou and Pilsner and I together?\\n58", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "AFTERWAKD.\\nI went out into life last May,\\nOnly a space, but it seems much longer,\\nChange comes quick when one goes away,\\nPleasures weaken and cares grow stronger;\\nAnd so, when chatting again are we,\\nI doubt a little and wonder whether\\nThis means to you what it does to me,\\nYou and Pilsner and I together.\\n59", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE PRESIDENT.\\nHEN our grandfathers visited\\nOur fathers, then at college,\\nOf course the youngsters did\\nthe grand\\nAnd aired their campus knowledge;\\nBut when they passed the college head\\nThey drew no recognition,\\nAnd merely said in thoughtless awe:\\nThe prexy, big position.\\nNow, when our fathers visit us\\nAnd through the Quad we re straying,\\nWe meet a robust man who bows\\nAnd leaves us proudly saying\\nThe Doc, dead right in all he does,\\nScience, baseball or poem;\\nThe greatest, grandest man we know,\\nAnd best of all, we know him!", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "BAEBAEA S LULLABY.\\nULLABY,\\nThe niglit is nigh,\\nLow and slow the herons fly;\\nSleep and rest,\\nIn the west\\nAll the sunset fires die.\\nDown canyons steep\\nThe white fogs creep\\nAnd blanket all the pine-trees deep;\\nThrough the grass\\nWind-songs pass\\nWhile the night-capped poppies sleep.\\nHush thee, dear!\\nThe dark is near,\\nAll the oak-trees disappear;\\nDim bats fly,\\nThen lullaby.\\nThe red lights blossom, the night is here.\\n61", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "TEIBUTE.\\nHREE cheers for Dole, and give\\nthem with a tiger, boys,\\nClear across the campus let the\\nloyal echoes roll\\nTill our exultation thrills\\nAll the redwood-crested hills\\nAnd the waves beyond the marshes know\\nthe name of Charlie Dole\\nOne song for him, and sing with all your\\nvoices, boys,\\nWhile arm on shoulder through the\\ntwilight Quad we stroll.\\nAnd the circled palms shall bend\\nAnd do homage to our friend,\\nAnd the nestling swallows quiver at the\\nfame of Charlie Dole!", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "TRIBUTE.\\nOne glass to him, and let us drink it\\nstanding, boys,\\nWhen in Hall or chapter-house we brew\\nthe friendly bowl,\\nOr when in Mayfield town\\nIn a circle we sit down.\\nWe will toast in style historic all the deeds\\nof Charlie Dole!\\nThen gather round and give him student\\ntribute, boys,\\nCheer him, sing him, drink him down\\nwith every heart and soul;\\nFor the man who does his best\\nIs the idol of the rest\\nAnd the pride and pet of Stanford, so\\nhere s to you, Charlie Dole\\n63", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "A FEIEND IN NEED.\\nOME hither, little Freshman,\\nAnd sit upon my knee.\\nAnd let me give you pointers on\\nThe University\\nSome friendly words of warning,\\nTo guide you in a land\\nWhose ways are full of mystery\\nAnd hard to understand.\\nNo doubt the different teachers\\nIn whose kind care you prepped\\nHave told you many a fairy tale\\nWhich you as truth have keptj-\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nHow college-life means struggle\\nFor intellectual ends,\\nVain theories, as you soon will find,\\nSince you and I are friends.\\n64", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "A FRIEND IN NEED.\\nMy boy, the world is moving,\\nThe old ideas outgrown,\\nAnd we must leave such ancient souls\\nTo fossilize alone.\\nOur battle with the brain is\\nBy no means what you dream;\\nThe hardest thing you 11 have to do\\nWill be to make the team.\\nStudy your head professor\\nMore than the books you buy;\\nThe proper study of mankind\\nIs man, you know, so try.\\nFathom his favorite hobby,\\nSome hidden crank unearth,\\nWhether it s books or babies, just\\nWork it for all it s worth.\\nWhen suddenly you find you re\\nEncompassed round about\\nBy men of whose affection deep\\nYou hardly dare to doubt,\\n65", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "A FRIEND IN NEED.\\nWhose grasp, so firm and cordial,\\nPulls you this way and that,\\nBe not puffed up, but recognize\\nThe mystic signs of Frat.\\nThe girls who wait in ambush\\nAlong these cloistered ways\\nFear not, they will not care to frown\\nUpon your Freshman days;\\nTake them on walks, to lectures,\\n(When these are free, I mean),\\nAnd when the annual hops come round\\nThen get a city queen.\\nOne s Freshman year, young fellow,\\nIs all too short and sweet;\\nTo him we yield one precious boon,\\nThe privilege to treat.\\nHe may indulge in beer-feeds\\nUncriticised, although\\nThere should be upper-classmen there.\\nTo give it tone, you know.\\n66", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "A FRIEND IN NEED.\\nOh, by tlie way, my money\\nTMs month has been delayed;\\nYou have n t got a V to spare\\nMe, have you, till I m paid\\nAh, thanks! don t lend too often.\\nIt s lucky you ve got me.\\nOld man, to give you pointers on\\nThe University.\\n67", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "THE SECKET OF TWO.\\nE came to tlie Quad in a sweater,\\nThe dude of Encina Hall;\\nThe rest of us wondered whether\\nThe skies were about to fall;\\nFor the whole crowd put together.\\nIn dressing, he beat us all.\\nOh, the look on his love as he met her,\\nThe gaze of the prof in class!\\nTransformed was the youth aesthetic,\\nWhat wonder had come to pass?\\nWas he going to turn athletic,\\nThis priest of the Flat-iron and Glass?\\nBut one in the crowd knew better.\\nOne soul, unconsulted and still.\\nWho held in his grim possession\\nA brown paper bundle, until\\nThis gem of aesthetic expression\\nShould pay up his laundry bill.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "A SONG FOE HILDA.\\nHERE the sunshine warm is sleeping\\nWhen the noon is still,\\nJ See the baby-blue-eyes peeping\\nFrom the grassy hill.\\nAll day long the great Sun passes\\nThrough the sky above;\\nBaby-blue-eyes from the grasses\\nSmile at him they love.\\nWhen the drowsy Sun is sinking\\nDeep into the west,\\nSee the baby-blue-eyes blinking,\\nIt is time for rest;\\nAnd the Lady Moon when beaming\\nOn the darkened hill,\\nFinds the baby-blue-eyes dreaming\\nOf the sunlight still.\\n69", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "THE PROF S LITTLE GIRL.\\nHE comes to the Quad when her\\nLadyship pleases,\\nAnd loiters at will in the sun\\nand the shade;\\nAs free from the burden of work\\nas the breezes\\nThat play with the bamboo is this little maid.\\nThe tongues of the bells as they beat out the\\nmorning\\nLike mad in their echoing cases may whirl\\nTill they weary of calling her, all their sharp\\nwarning\\nIs lost on the ear of the prof s little girl.\\nWith a scarred-over heart that is old in the knowl-\\nedge\\nOf all the maneuvers and snares of the Hall,\\nGrown wary of traps in its four years at college,\\nAnd able at last to keep clear of them all,\\n70", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE PROF S LITTLE GIKL.\\nOh, what am I doing away from my classes\\nWith a little blue eye and a brown little curl?\\nAh me fast again, and each precious hour passes\\nIn slavery sweet to the prof s little girl.\\nShe makes me a horse, and I mind her direction.\\nThough it takes me o er many a Faculty green;\\nI m pledged to the cause of her pussy s protection\\nFrom ghouls of the Lab and the horrors they\\nmean;\\nI pose as the sire of a draggled rag dolly\\nWho owns the astonishing title of Pearl;\\nAnd I have forgotten that all this is folly.\\nSo potent the charm of the prof s little girl!\\nYet, spite of each sacrifice made to impress her.\\nShe smiles on my rival. Oh, vengeance I d gain\\nBut he wears the same name as my major professor,\\nAnd so in his graces I have to remain;\\nAnd when she trots off with this juvenile lover,\\nLeaving me and the cat and the doll in a whirl,\\nIt s pitiful truly for us to discover\\nThe signs of her sex in the prof s little girl.\\n71", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES.\\nvE heard in the noisy city\\nWhen the football game was done\\nThe Stanford cry exultant\\nWhile blood-red set the sun\\nI ve been in the dim Quadrangle\\nWhen the moonlit palms were still\\nAnd listened the college slogan\\nWith an answering loyal thrill\\nBut I heard it to-day with a feeling\\nI find it hard to tell,\\nThree little faculty children\\nGiving the dear old yell!\\nThin and high were their voices,\\nA childish treble sweet,\\nLost, like a bird-song, barely\\nFour houses down the street:\\n72", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "OUT OF THE MOUTHS OF BABES.\\nHardly a far, faint echo\\nOf our mighty jubilee\\nWhen the Alma Mater wakened\\nTo perpetuity;\\nAnd some might have smiled to hear it,\\nBut I stood as under a spell,\\nThree little faculty children\\nGiving the Stanford yell!\\nFor I saw in a noontide vision\\nThe future of things begun,\\nThe acres of sandstone shining\\nIn the Palo Alto sun.\\nAnd the towering tree uplifting\\nIts cardinal crown on high,\\nWhen we should have passed and scattered.\\nTraditions at best, you and I;\\nAnd these should inherit the triumph,\\nIn the glorious days to dwell,\\nThese little faculty children\\nGiving the dear old yell!\\n73", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "THE LAST GOOD -BY.\\nHE music is huslied in the night, boy.\\nThe crowds from the booths are\\ngone,\\nThe moon on the canvas is white,\\nboy.\\nWe stand in the Quad alone;\\nThe lanterns that pointed the eaves, boy,\\nCatch fire, blaze a moment, and die.\\nFor it s now that the Pioneer leaves, boy,\\nHe has come to his last good-by.\\nI welcomed the fairy-like change, boy,\\nFor somehow it made me feel\\nRelieved that the place should seem strange, boy,\\nThe heartache was all too real.\\nFor a man cannot help feeling shame, boy,\\nAnd yet I d have had to cry\\nIf the old Quad had looked just the same, boy.\\nWhen it came to the last good-bj^\\n74", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE LAST GOOD-BY.\\nI told her good-night at the hall, boy,\\nWhere often I ve said it before;\\nWe knew t was the end of it all, boy,\\nThe old walks would know us no more;\\nAnd still, though I 11 never forget, boy.\\nThat soft little parting sigh,\\nI knew in my heart that not yet, boy,\\nCame the worst of this last good-by.\\nThe girls are all right in their place, boy,\\nAnd doubtless we both of us show\\nThe power of a feminine grace, boy.\\nThat has bettered us both, we know;\\nBut after these four glad years, boy,\\nWhat co-ed attachment can vie\\nWith the love of us two Pioneers, boy.\\nIn the Quad for our last good-by?\\nThe fun and the folly of youth, boy;\\nWe have shared to the full, we two,\\nThe thirst of the heart after truth, boy,\\nI have felt it and followed, with you;\\n75", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "THE LAST GOOD-BY.\\nAnd now the companionship ends, boy,\\nThe manifold meanings that lie\\nIn the depths of the words, college friends, boy,\\nMake holy this last good-by.\\nTo-morrow we go to the Gym, boy,\\nAnd then we are done with it all;\\nI 11 warrant the place will be dim, boy,\\nWhen we ve answered that last roll-call.\\nThen, here, with our hands gripped tight, boy,\\nIn the dear old Quad, you and I,\\nLet us tell it together, Good-night, boy,\\nGod bless it forever, Good-by!", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE SOBER SIDE,", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORY OF EICHARD ALBRECHT.\\nND when you fell asleep, they said\\nThe good die young. Dear college\\nfriend\\nWe who are left have sometime read\\nA sweet philosophy, that is to lend\\nUs comfort now that you are dead.\\nLife is a sleep, the poets say,\\nA slow forgetting of the light\\nShining from home upon our way;\\nAh, happy one, ere you had lost it quite,\\nGod woke you, saying, It is Day!\\n79", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "KEUNION.\\nHE sun is warm upon tlie palms,\\nThe stately bamboos nod\\nAs though they felt the freshened life\\nThat stirs within the Quad,\\nThis happy time of meeting, when\\nWe greet so joyously\\nThe voices that we hear again,\\nThe faces that we see.\\nBut while this gladness fills the air\\nA shadow steals our way.\\nDarkens the shining green and dims\\nThe brightness of the day;\\nThe fellowship that cheered us then\\nAnd now no more may be,\\nThe hand we may not clasp again,\\nThe face we may not see.\\n80", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "REUNION.\\nSome day, perhaps, a sun may shine\\nWhere shadow is not known,\\nWhere no such hungry thought as haunts\\nTo-day this echoing stone\\nShall ever sadden meeting when\\nWe keep, eternally.\\nThe voices that we hear again.\\nThe faces that we see.\\n81", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "IN GEOLOGY HOUR.\\ng^^^HERE was an ancient wingless bird\\nWho, when some dateless flood\\nijj Had covered half the stripling earth\\nY^ith tertiary mud,\\nWent wading through his oozy world\\nAnd questioned with a cry\\nBetween his labor purposeless\\nAnd his desire to die.\\nYet never knowing why or how\\nHe plodded on until\\nWithin the mud s encasing hold\\nHis wading legs were still;\\nHe died with weary gaze upon\\nThe waste that stretched ahead\\nNor dreamed his useless tracks behind\\nShould last though he were dead.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "IN GEOLOGY HOUR.\\nThe eons passed; above his head.\\nAs he lay buried there,\\nThey piled the never-lasting hills,\\nThey laid it almost bare,\\nUntil one day above the place\\nAn eager scholar bent\\nAnd found an added link to tell\\nA v^orld s development.\\nWe who are lame with wading through\\nThe mud of circumstance\\nAre not the judges of the end,\\nThe unrevealed Perchance;\\nFor dull though our horizon lie,\\nIt may not hold the less\\nWhat store of service yet to be,\\nWhat hope of usefulness!\\n83", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORY OF LOUIS DONALD McLAINE.\\nWATCHED with one who heard, as in\\nin a dream.\\nThe surging of far waters grow\\napace;\\nThe mist that rises from the nearer\\nbrink\\nSettled in chilly damp upon his face;\\nThere came a gentle color to the sky,\\nI saw the stars melt into morning air,\\nA little yet he knew my ministry,\\nAnd then the river crept between us there.\\nWhen I had closed his eyes, a wonder came;\\nAnother watcher bent above the place\\nOf my dead friend; dark, terrible, the shape\\nBent over him, I could not see its face;\\nAnd then it turned to me; all heaven shown\\nFrom that calm brow, those eyes serenely\\nclear,\\n84", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORY OF LOUIS DONALD McLAINE.\\nDeath left me with the body there alone,\\nAnd witness me, I have not shed one tear.\\nOne year ago this time he went away,\\nOne year of struggle, ended in the spring;\\nNot all the shadow of our loss can hide\\nThe promise sweet that speaks in every thing;\\nOut of the underworld of clinging earth\\nFreed nature finds the light. We may not weep\\nAloud for him; this season of new birth\\nHushes the murmur of our grief to sleep", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "COMPENSATION.\\nHE Mariposa lilies grow\\nOn Pilot Peak, all white and fair,\\nAs tliough by some mistake the snow\\nIn summer-time had fallen there;\\nAnd close above this flower-snow,\\nA wonder out of azure skies,\\nFalling and resting lightly, lo,\\nA flurry of white butterflies\\nEach lily hears a butterfly\\nAh, daughter of the earth and sun.\\nMy sight is dazzled by the dye\\nUpon your wings, you splendid One\\nWhat are my pallid wings to me\\nWhile you stand here in royal pride,\\nTwo only have I you have three.\\nAnd all the rainbow gift beside!", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "COMPENSATION.\\nLight spirit of the npper skies.\\nEnvy me not; you do not know\\nWhat heavy meaning underlies\\nThe radiant dress you covet so\\nWhat are my painted wings to me!\\nNever with life my petals thrill,\\nI cannot rise like you and be\\nOne of the blest that move at will.\\nSometimes I hear the false wind pass\\nAnd whisper If you would but try\\nYou need not keep here in the grass\\nBut with my helping learn to fly\\nAnd when, beguiled, I fancy power\\nIs in my wings, he cries in mirth\\n*Have you forgotten, foolish flower.\\nYour feet are buried in the earth?\\nSail on your sweet, untrameled way,\\nYour wings are free though jeweled not,\\nLeave me in empty pomp to stay\\nEootbound forever in one spot.\\n87", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "LELAND STANFORD.\\nWEET rest to thee and thine,\\nillustrious head.\\nSweet rest and deep,\\nWhere we have laid thee,\\nafter all is said,\\nIn granite-guarded sleep;\\nWith that stern silence of long ages dead,\\nThe sphinxes vigil keep.\\nNot yet, strong heart, into that hush of etone\\nComes perfect peace;\\nStill waiting stands the third place open thrown,\\nUnrest can only cease\\nWhen from the sorrow she endures alone\\nOne other finds release.\\nSweet rest to thee and thine; in calm content\\nSleep quietly", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "LELAND STANFOED.\\nMore than a granite tomb the momiment\\nThat ever stands to thee,\\nThe gratitude of our great continent\\nThine immortality.\\n89", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "TO MRS. STANFORD.\\n^^^HE child of California\\nShall be our child, they said,\\nBent in the heavy shadow where\\nTheir dearest hope lay dead\\nHenceforward shall our tenderness\\nEncompass, by God s grace,\\nThe lives of those we make our own\\nTo cherish in his place.\\nThey made a cradle wondrously,\\nMid flowers and sunlight sweet,\\nThey brought the treasures of the world\\nAbout their children s feet;\\nBut when this labor of their love\\nWas but begun, at best,\\nGod, leaning from his heaven, called\\nThe father to his rest.\\n90", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "TO MRS. STANFORD.\\nWe reverence his niemory,\\nThe power of his name\\nIs in our loyal hearts to-day,\\nThe impulse of his fame;\\nBut ah, how can her children s love\\nBe adequately shown\\nThe mother-heart that folded us\\nAnd fought for us, alone!\\nGray mother of our fostered youth.\\nSome day, through clearer air,\\nYour eyes shall search our souls and read\\nWhat you have written there\\nTake now the comfort of our love\\nTill that rich guerdon when\\nThe God you bring us nearer to\\nGives you your own again.\\n91", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "COMPANY K, 1st CAL., U. S. V.\\nBOVE their white Presidio tents\\nThrough weeks of dreary weather\\nThey flung the gleaming stars and\\nstripes\\nAnd cardinal together,\\nAnd clear above the growing din\\nAnd stir of camp commotion\\nThey sent the sound of our old yell\\nOut-ringing to the ocean.\\nWhile others in the sunlit Quad\\nStood with their friends around them,\\nAnd pledged alumnus fealty to\\nThe common love that bound them,\\nThese tramped it to the waiting ships\\nTo face what lay before them,\\nThe Stanford yell was on their lips,\\nThe Stanford colors o er them.\\n92", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "CO. K, 1st cal., u, s. v.\\nFor some Encina shone witli flowers\\nAnd buoyant music thrilled them,\\nCommencement flattery made sweet\\nThe parting grief that filled them,\\nThese crowded down between the decks\\nOf that cramped first flotilla,\\nBehind them love and home, ahead\\nThe menace of Manila.\\nYou went before Commencement Week\\nTo drudgery unceasing.\\nTo dangers of disease and war\\nWith every day increasing\\nGod give you safely home again\\nFrom your far-off endeavor,\\nYour grim Commencement lies engraved\\nIn Stanford hearts forever!\\n93", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "AT NAGASAKI.\\nHE great black sMps fade out to sea;\\nIn loneliness I know\\nHow little time tliey lie, all me,\\nHow soon tliey go I\\nAnd wliat a world of waves tliey span,\\nAmerica no heitai san\\nJinrickslia men are in the street,\\nTheir calling makes me start\\nOnly to hear their native feet\\nWith sinking heart\\nTo what sweet purpose once they ran,\\nlihito American\\nOut where the silent rice-field lies\\nThe sad crane watches long,\\nMy samisen accompanies\\nA listless song,\\n94", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "AT NAGASAKI.\\nThe life is gone from foot and fan,\\nToku hanareta heitai san\\nPlum-blossoms spend their fragrant breath\\nUpon a vacant air,\\nThe wan moon has a face like death\\nThat once was fair,\\nDull weariness fills all Japan,\\nOh hayaku, American,\\nHeitai itoshiij tomasu san!\\n95", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "GOD S ACRE.\\nH, SO pure the white syringas\\nOh, so sweet the lilac bloom\\nIn the Arboretum growing\\nNear a granite tomb!\\nBy the arching pepper-branches\\nLet us tender silence keep;\\nWe have come into God s Acre\\nWhere the children sleep.\\nIn the trees the quail are calling\\nTo the rabbits at their play.\\nWhile the little birds, unknowing,\\nSing their lives away;\\nIn the night-time through the branches\\nWistfully the young stars peep,\\nBut, with all these playmates round them.\\nStill the children sleep.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "GOD S ACRE.\\nOnce within that leafy shelter\\nSome one hid herself, to rest.\\nWith another little dreamer\\nFolded to her breast;\\nAnd a sense of consolation\\nStealeth unto them that weep,\\nWhile that mother-heart lies sleeping\\nWhere the children sleep.\\nYear by year the Christmas berries\\nEedden in the quiet air,\\nTear by year the vineyard changes,\\nBuds and ripens there;\\nWe give place to other faces,\\nBut the years relentless sweep\\nCometh not into God s Acre\\nWhere the children sleep.\\n97", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "A MEMOKY.\\nfCTOBER fullness in field and flowers,\\nTlie ebbing tide of tbe summer\\ntime\\nIn mellow music of days and hours\\nThat beat in rhythm and blend in rhyme\\nLeaves that tremble before their turning,\\nThe green that fades and the gold that\\ngrows,\\nA stifled brook, and a throb of yearning\\nIn all that changes for all that goes!\\n98", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "IN JOSHING MOOD.\\nUnfa", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "BEWARE!\\nKNOW a prof, not much to see,\\nTake care!\\nMistakes are niade here frequently,\\nBeware\\nBluff him not, he is watching thee!\\nHe seems in awe of you and me,\\nTake care!\\nHe is not what he seems to be,\\nBeware\\nBluff him not, he is on to thee!\\nHe seems the age of you or me,\\nTake care!\\nHe is the Boss of English B,\\nBeware\\nBluff him not, he 11 be flunking thee!\\n101", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nOME, gather round, ye merry men\\nWho live within the Hall;\\nThe feast is done, the door is shut.\\nThen gather, gentles all,\\nAnd hearken to a tale of six,\\nAnd what did them befall.\\nNow, Sir Adolphus was a Knight\\nOf mickle might to see;\\nHe hailed from off the frozen shore\\nOf Northern Germany;\\nAnd no one in the brazen band\\nWas half so bold as he.\\nHis fists were iron-clad in strength;\\nHis arms were made of brawn;\\nAlong Encina s reverent halls\\nHe walked with splendid scorn,\\nAnd blew his own horn valiantly\\nFrom eve to dewy morn.\\n102", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nThen up rose wily Billinoles\\nAnd listened to the strain;\\nThe sound of Sir Adolphus* horn\\nGave him a subtle\\npain,\\nHe vowed unto his\\npatron saint\\nIt should not blow again.\\nHe hied him up the winding stair,\\nUp to the eastern tower,\\nWhere dwelt the doughty warrior, Milt,\\nA knight of dreaded power,\\nWhose fists to many a reckless foe\\nHad brought his passing hour.\\nSir Milt reclined within his hall.\\nHis pipe was in his hand;\\nHe filled it from a casket near\\nThat bore the Old Bull brand.\\nThe dust upon his books was deep;\\n(You yoemen understand).\\n103", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nThe wily Billinoles stepped in\\nAnd softly locked the door;\\nWith hellish art he argued there,\\nTen minutes twas or more,\\nUntil Sir Milt was pledged to wade\\nIn Sir Adolphus gore.\\nThen up rose Billinoles again\\nAnd hied him forth in\\nglee;\\nAdown the hall he sped as\\nthough\\n(f Upon the track was he;\\nThe baleful light within his\\neyes\\nWas dreadful for to see.\\nNow, Sir Adolphus, hark ye well,\\nEncina s bravest knight;\\nThe bold Sir Milt has challenged thee\\nTo meet in bloody fight.\\n104", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OP WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nUp, then, and battle for thy fame,\\nAnd Heaven defend the right\\nThe Lord Gambrinus swore an oath:\\nBy Adderson, quoth he,\\nAnd every other evil power\\nThat blasts the land or sea,\\nI 11 make this upstart bite the dust\\nEre he be done with me!\\nGo get thee to the Earl of Jeff;\\nBorrow a glove or two\\nAnd cast them at the feet of Milt,\\nMy high defiance, too,\\nOr may all Koble cease to smile\\nAt me, as now they do\\nOh, who can tell from words alone\\nWhat lieth in the heart?\\nNo sooner did the gleeful Bill\\nUpon his way depart.\\nThan Sir Adolphus showed himself\\nA man of boundless art.\\n105", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nUp to Sir Milt he made his way\\nAnd pressed a novel suit,\\nWhich was that they should pull the leg\\nOf Billinoles so cute,\\nAnd give to him through all the world\\nThe lasting name of Fruit.\\nBright dawned the day on Woodside town;\\nThe lists they were prepared;\\nThe swelling muscles of the knights\\nWere to the sunlight bared.\\nNow listen, merry men, and hear\\nOf how the heroes fared.\\nSly Billinoles was there, and Vann,\\nAnd a Scot of equal worth.\\nThey turned away their evil eyes\\nTo hide their godless mirth;\\n(But Heaven took away from them\\nTheir mortgage on the earth).\\nNow would they brook no more delay,\\nBut bade the foemen stand.\\n106", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nTiiey rubbed them down and faced them there\\nUpon the good green land;\\nBut both Adolphus and Sir Milt\\nShowed woeful lack of sand.\\nNor this nor that had been arranged\\nAs they would have it done;\\nEach hemmed and hawed, and so delayed\\nTo meet the other one,\\nTill Vann and Billinoles were tired\\nAnd sweating in the sun.\\nBut now at last they take their stand\\nWithin the oft-changed lists;\\nUp in the glad spring air they raise\\nTheir murder-dealing fists,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen suddenly there comes a cry,\\nAnd every one desists.\\nA cloud of dust, a frantic form\\nComing at breakneck speed.\\nWhose lightning rate the watchers know\\nBespeaks an urgent need:\\n107", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nIt is tlie great Frazierius\\nUpon bis iron steed!\\nWith gasping sides he wildly sioeaks:\\nFor love of life, no more\\nKing David hath got on to this,\\nAnd all your days are o er,\\nIf on this day the Woodside green\\nBe stained with student gore.\\nThis said, he fainted where he stood,\\nAnd when in time brought to,\\nThe gathering of valiant men\\nDiscreetly then withdrew.\\n108", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nThe plot had failed, and three of them\\nWere indigo in hue.\\nDown to the Redwood market-place\\nThey made a quick retreat;\\nWhere Billinoles did set them up\\nWith sundry things to eat,\\nAnd all the dough that he could raise\\nWas swallowed in the treat.\\nNow, all ye merry men, who hear\\nThe story of this scrap,\\nRemember oft the trapper falls\\nInto his own sly trap:\\nIt is not always whom we fool,\\nThat later wear the chap.\\n109", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "PEESONA NON GEATA.\\nE moves in tlie best of society circles,\\nNo sport on tlie campus more\\nblooded than be,\\nThe spot that is given the closest\\nattention\\nIs always the one where he happens to\\nbe\\nHis presence can make a place swell in\\na moment,\\nHe s generally sought after, vainly by\\nsome,\\nFor many a co-ed has found him elusive\\nThough sure that she had him twixt\\nfinger and thumb.\\nTo fraternity bodies, however exclusive,\\nTo Faculty parties the password he\\nknows,\\n110", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "PERSONA NON GRATA.\\nHe enters a class and the prof grows\\nuneasy,\\nHe makes a sensation wherever he goes\\nHe holds the world s record for long-dis-\\ntance jumping,\\nYet the whole college hates him and\\nwishes he d leave,\\nHe s full, half the time, but he bluffs the\\nCommittee\\nAnd laughs at the President, too, in\\nhis sleeve.\\nFor not all the learning of you or of me\\nCan keep from the campus this curse of a\\nFlea!\\nIll", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "IN THE COLD, COLD WOBLD.\\n(WRITTEN TO MUSIC.)\\n^^^v./j| E were jolly Pioneers\\nNot so many moons ago,\\nAll the joys of Mayfield evenings\\nWe were said to fully know;\\nBut there came a day for leaving,\\nAnd the great world lay before,\\nSo we packed our little schoolbooks,\\nAnd we 11 use them never more.\\nIn the cold, cold world.\\nAh, goodby to youthful follies.\\nAll those lazy days are o er;\\nBumming now must have cessation,\\nEor just after graduation\\nComes a painful revelation\\nIn the cold, cold world!\\nIn those happy days we labored\\nWhen we pleased, or not at all,\\n112", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "IN THE COLD, COLD WORLD,\\nAnd we made a great impression\\nOn the world, at Koble Hall.\\nNow we get a cold reception\\nFrom tlie world we thought to win,-\\nWhen we ring her iron door-bell,\\nWe can never find her in.\\nIn the cold, cold w^orld.\\nThings are very, very different,\\nIt is not the dear old Quad;\\nThere the palm-trees gently rustle,\\nBut outside it s noise and bustle,\\nAnd it s we who have to rustle\\nIn the cold, cold world\\n113", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.\\nHEN back into the Quad I came\\nIn my alumniisship,\\nIt did not wholly seem the same;\\nThe old companionship\\nWas missing, and I longed to hear\\nFamiliar accents in my ear.\\nTo feel a well-known grip.\\nThe while I mourned this chilling change\\nWith trembling of the lip,\\nI heard a voice no longer strange,\\nI felt a well-known grip.\\nAnd knew that Hodges Dog was nigh,\\nAnd that he had not passed me by\\nIn my alumnusship.\\n114", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "CO-EDUCATION.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0120.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "THE GRASSHOPPEES.\\n^HEN all the Palo Alto liills\\nGrow green beneath the feet\\nof Spring,\\nWhen meadow-larks rich music\\nthrills\\nThe crowding grass, and everything\\nIs dreamy with enchanted days\\nAnd April s exaltation,\\nThen sing, heigho for woodland ways,\\nHeigho, co-education\\nWhen Palo Alto hills have turned\\nTo lifeless yellow in the sun,\\nWhen dying poppy-fires have burned\\nThe grass that Summer treads upon,\\nStill sing the meadow-larks, alone.\\nUntouched by meditation.\\nBut oh, if we had only known,\\nAlas, co-education!\\n117", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0121.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "DANGER\\nHEY were strolling slow together\\nWhere the oak-leaves scattered lay;\\nIn the sky, with sunset burning,\\nFloated many a flaming feather\\nFallen from the wings of day;\\nAnd the eastern hills stood yearning\\nFor the daylight fled away,\\nYearning for the vanished bright-time.\\nShivering, naked, in the night-time,\\nTill the mist rose from the bay.\\nIn the quiet of the gloaming\\nSlowly up the path they strayed,\\nSophomore and Roble maiden;\\nLove, on vagrant pinions roaming\\nWhere the last long sunbeams played,\\nWinged an arrow mischief-laden,\\nWounded deeply man and maid;\\n118", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0122.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "DANGER\\nAnd they wandered ever slower,\\nWhile the sun sank low and lower,\\nAnd the hills grew dim with shade.\\nAh, for them the days are over\\nWhich in earnest work were spent;\\nStudy must give place to dreaming,\\nStudent has been changed to lover,\\nCupid is omnipotent!\\nSingle-hearted ones, esteeming\\nLogic more than sentiment.\\nOh, beware of woodland rambles\\nFlowering paths have hidden brambles,\\nSafer far is plain cement.\\n119", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0123.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "AT STUDY-TIME.\\nT study-time tlie white lamp\\nthrows\\nIts light on many a page\\nsublime.\\nWhere many a master s im-\\nage glows,\\nAt study time.\\nTet evermore, through prose or rhyme,\\nOne sweet thought buds and gently grows\\nFull-flushed as roses in their prime.\\nAt length, unread my books I close,\\nAh, let them go too sweet the crime\\nTo think on thee, forgetting those\\nAt study-time.\\n120", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0124.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "TWO WINDOWS.\\nOPENED my window at sunset.\\nAnd close to the sill I stood.\\nIn the shadowy grass each poppy\\nHad put on a pointed hood,\\nAnd over me far I saw the star\\nThat comes with the sleep of things;\\nThe last bird dreamed in her hidden nest,\\nYet I heard the sound of wings!\\nI have watched the warm lights blossom,\\nLike poppies that bloom at night;\\nThese have faded away in the darkness,\\nAnd only the stars are bright;\\nBut I am still by the window-sill,\\nThough all the day-world sleeps,\\nFor the distant lamp of a midnight witch\\nOver the oak-tree peeps.\\n121", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0125.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "THE IDEAL CO-ED.\\n(WKITTEN TO MUSIC.)\\nkf^S^tStt^^lK^^ i^^^^ co-ed is a thing of books,\\nA creature of brain entirely,\\nWith stooping shoulders and stu-\\nh^i ^ttl^^^ dious looks,\\nShe digs all day and half the night;\\nPeople say she is wondrous bright,\\nBut her figure s an awful sight\\nHer thoughts are deep in the classic past,\\nShe only thinks of A. B. at last;\\nShe has fled this world and its masculine charms,\\nAnd a refuge found in Minerva s arms.\\nNow, the kind of co-ed that I describe\\nIs a co-ed seen very rarely;\\nThe real co-ed s a thing of grace,\\nWith dainty figure and winsome face;\\nShe walks and rides, and she cuts, mon Dieu!\\n122", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0126.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "THE IDEAL CO-ED.\\nBut every professor lets her through;\\nFor her each year is a round of joy,\\nA. B. means nothing if not A Boy,\\nAnd you and I must yield to her charms,\\nAnd take the place of Minerva s arms.\\n123", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0127.jp2"}, "128": {"fulltext": "STRATEGY.\\n^^^OME, Cupid kills with arrows,\\nSome, with traps;\\nBut this spring the little rascal\\nFound, perhaps.\\nThat he needed both to slay me;\\nSo he laid a cunning snare\\nOn the hillside, and he hid it\\nIn a lot of maidenhair;\\nAnd I doubt not he is laughing\\nAt the joke,\\nFor he made his arrows out of\\nPoison-oak.\\n124", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0128.jp2"}, "129": {"fulltext": "METAMOKPHOSIS.\\n.EAR maid, but yesterday\\nYou passed along a shaded way;\\nFilled were your arms with, maiden-\\nhair\\nAnd poppies warm; against your face\\nThe light fern found a resting-place,\\nBut more than flower or fern I thought you fair.\\nAh! that was yesterday.\\nYour window ledge is wondrous gay\\nWith green and gold; and you are there;\\nBut poison-oak upon your face\\nHas found a second blooming-place,\\nAnd flower and fern, dear maid, are far more fair.\\n125", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0129.jp2"}, "130": {"fulltext": "IN THE SPIDER S WEB.\\n(written to music.)\\nT was once upon a time,\\nThat the hero of this rhyme,\\nGuileless Freshie, green as grass.\\nMet an artful Senior lass.\\nOh, she smiled on him demurely,\\nShe had loved none other, surely,\\nAnd her heart was his securely,\\nPoor little maid!\\nFor she had never seen the mau-\\nsoleum,\\nBy the stock-farm she had never\\nstrayed.\\nShe had never seen the Quad by\\nmoonlight,\\nPoor little Roble maid!\\nSo this Freshman lent his aid,\\nJust to introduce the maid\\n126", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0130.jp2"}, "131": {"fulltext": "IN THE SPIDER S WEB.\\nTo the beauties of the place,\\nBut she set him such a pace\\nThat he spent his monthly ration\\nAll in ice-cream dissipation,\\nNow he damns co-education\\nAnd the Koble maid;\\nFor it was not quite true that\\nShe had never seen the mausoleum,\\nNor never near the stock-farm\\nstrayed;\\nShe knew each corner of the Quad\\nby moonlight,\\nSly little Koble maid!\\nm", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0131.jp2"}, "132": {"fulltext": "EMANCIPATION.\\n{The Basket-ball Girl speaks to an old portrait.)\\n^Y Great-grandma Dorotliy,\\nJust supposing you could see\\nDown along tlie century-\\nOut of your dim yesterday\\nInto my to-day, I wonder\\nWhat you d think of me.\\nSo demurely sweet to see\\nIn your dainty dimity,\\nI am gowned but to the knee,\\nAnd my hair hangs any way\\nCould you see me now, I wonder\\nHow you d look at me.\\nWhen you touched the spinet-key\\nSome one listened lovingly,\\nI am playing hard, and he.\\nFrom the side-lines, sees me play,\\n128", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0132.jp2"}, "133": {"fulltext": "EMANCIPATION.\\nIf you heard him yell, I wonder\\nWhat you d say to me.\\nAh, Great-grandma Dorothy,\\nThose prim folded hands would be\\nQuickly raised reprovingly,\\nI can guess the things you d say,-\\nBut, in your heart s heart, I wonder\\nWhat you d think of me\\n129", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0133.jp2"}, "134": {"fulltext": "WABNING.\\n*AiDENs, when near the museum.\\nHush your confidential love,\\nLest you teach a fatal habit\\nIP To the statues up above;\\nFor reflect, what dreadful discord.\\nThink, what awful anger-blasts\\nWould be stirred up, if those statues\\nEver got to trading lasts\\n130", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0134.jp2"}, "135": {"fulltext": "FATE.\\nTOOK my books the ottier day,\\nAnd studied in tlie Quad, alone;\\nBut no professor passed that way,\\nI was n t called on the next day,\\nThat work was never known.\\nUp on the road beside the brook.\\nOne little hour we two beguiled;\\nI never looked inside a book.\\nBut I met each prof whose work I took.\\nAnd when I flunked, he smiled.\\n131", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0135.jp2"}, "136": {"fulltext": "FOUR VALENTINES.\\no-MORKOW is the day for valentines;\\nMWr-^r^y Kir/ Then let me leave my thesis for\\n*^izj-g-[^J3ILl a space,\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0K^SrLJ^ Lower the lamplight on these\\nweary lines,\\nAnd dream a little in the shadowed place.\\nIn my three years at college, I have named\\nMy Valentine and kept the season thrice;\\nThe jolly saint himself is to be blamed\\nIf I have never had the same one twice.\\nIn Freshman days, with all about me strange.\\nAnd home s sweet halo shining on my way.\\nMy heart had never known the sense of change,\\nAnd one dear face was with me day by day;\\nSo, when the time was here, I wrote my verse\\nAnd drew the heart and arrow up above.\\nAnd, happy in the thought I might do worse,\\nI sent it off to Mother with my love.\\n132", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0136.jp2"}, "137": {"fulltext": "FOUR VALENTINES.\\nWhen I had felt the thrill of Sophomore days,\\nMy thoughts were given to a dainty maid\\nAt college with me, and in woodland ways\\nAnd quiet music-rooms my court I paid.\\nBut, with my Junior dignity, I chose\\nMy Queen abroad, within the city s glare,\\nForgot the violet for the gayer rose,\\nAnd lost my heart and pocket-money there.\\nSaint Valentine, those days were long ago;\\nYour power is lost upon this penitent.\\nFor, with my Senior gravity, I know\\nThat life means more than your light sen-\\ntiment.\\nAnd yet, this once your day shall have from me\\nSome of the old observance, though I scoff;\\nMy thesis waits, my Valentine shall be\\nThe old-maid sister of my major prof.\\n133", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0137.jp2"}, "138": {"fulltext": "LOEELEI.\\nE fareth in a joyous wise\\nWhere runs the road neath gentle\\nskies\\nHow should his canine heart sur-\\nmise\\nThat where the red-roofed towers rise\\nThe blood is red upon the slab?\\nHis way is warm with sunlight yet,\\nHe knoweth not the sun must set;\\nAnd he hath in the roadway met\\nThe Ladye of the Lab.\\nHow should he read her face aright?\\nUpon her brow the hair is bright,\\nWithin her eyes a tender light,\\nHer luring hands are lily-white,\\nTho blood be red upon the slab;\\nHer calling voice is siren-sweet,\\nHe crouches fawning at her feet,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\n134", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0138.jp2"}, "139": {"fulltext": "LORELEI.\\n(It is a fatal thing to meet\\nThe Ladye of the Lab!)\\nAnd she hath ta en him with a string\\nTo where the linnets never sing,\\nWhere stiff and still is everything,\\nAnd there a heart lies quivering\\nWhen blood is red upon the slab\\nO little dog that wandered free!\\nAnd hath she done this thing to thee?\\nHow may she work her will with me,\\nThe Ladye of the Lab!\\n136", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0139.jp2"}, "140": {"fulltext": "Q. E. D.\\n^^^^^::^HE wide sky above\\n^PJ^^j Is like violets blue;\\nLike the heavens on high\\nIs my passion for you;\\nEquating, as we\\nMay by axiom do,\\nMy passion for you\\nIs like violets blue;\\nAnd if we take Time\\nAnd multiply through,\\nAs violets wither,\\nSo passion dies, too.\\n136", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0140.jp2"}, "141": {"fulltext": "WHEN WE COME BACK NO MOEE.\\nWONDER, when from summer sleep\\nThe old Quad wakes again,\\nWhen calling bells their vigils keep\\nAnd watch for us in vain,\\nThose bells on which we heaped,\\nlast year,\\nAnathemas galore,\\nBut now are grown so strangely dear\\nWhen we come back no more,\\nI wonder if among the leaves\\nA voice will whisper low,\\nA little dreaming voice that grieves\\nOver the long ago;\\nIf new-filled places will forget\\nWho loved them best before,\\nOr stir a little with regret\\nThat we come back no more,\\n137", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0141.jp2"}, "142": {"fulltext": "WHEN WE COME BACK NO MORE.\\nWhen underneath the sacred shade\\nWhere shines our name to-day,\\nWith stranger steps the man and maid\\nOf 99 shall stray,\\nWill our old tree, bent down to hear\\nThe same things o er and o er.\\nForget this is not yester-year\\nAnd we come back no more?\\nBeyond the Palo Alto hills\\nThe days slip stealthily;\\nThe echo of their footsteps fills\\nThe Quad with memory;\\nThere where we made a painted boast.\\nThe chapel site before.\\nLies glimmering the twilight ghost\\nOf what will come no more.\\nWe scatter down the four wide ways.\\nClasp hands and part, but keep\\nThe power of the golden days\\nTo lull our care asleep,\\n138", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0142.jp2"}, "143": {"fulltext": "WHEN WE COME BACK NO MORE.\\nAnd dream, while our new years we fill\\nWith sweetness from those four,\\nThat we are known and loved there still,\\nThough we come back no more.", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0143.jp2"}, "144": {"fulltext": "JUN 11 1900", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0144.jp2"}, "145": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0145.jp2"}, "146": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0146.jp2"}, "147": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1981", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0147.jp2"}, "148": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS\\nII\\n015 898 149 A", "height": "3473", "width": "2198", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover00fiel_0148.jp2"}}