{"1": {"fulltext": "IW\\ni\\nffl H\\n^\\\\ta*^\\nI\\n-KsX\\nMl\\nm 8 ^wL", "height": "2737", "width": "1732", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "i Library of Congress.^\\nshe LF j;_a_3iT6||\\nfe U N TED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nyS-^1 uo \u00c2\u00abr Mmtmwi.^\\n^$s^^:\u00c2\u00a3$^$s^^^^^|j\u00c2\u00a7fj|g\\n1\\nA\\n4\\nN^", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0006.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "FOUR -LEAVED CLOVER", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0007.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0008.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "FOUR-LEAVED CLOVER\\nBEING\\nSTANFORD RHYMES\\nBY\\nCAROLUS AGER\\n(CHARLES KELLOGG FIELD, 95)\\nReprinted from the Student Publications, with Sundry\\nTruthful Picturings, by Donald Hume Fry, 95,\\nand an Apology, by David Starr Jordan\\nSubscription Eotttan\\n1396)\\nv\\nSan Francisco\\nWilliam Doxey\\n1896", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0009.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "ECOND COPY,\\nV\\nCoPYKIGHT, 1896\\nWilliam Doxey\\n59500\\n0/ tfte two hundred and one copies\\nof this book issued to subscribers this\\nis Number\\nc\\n^L-^jtyvX\\nPress of C. A. Murdock fc Co.", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0010.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "0-\\nH\\nThis little book may perhaps be dear\\nTo some who tenderly recall\\nThe /Stanford grapes, and the Mayfield beer,\\nAnd the girls of Roble Hall.", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0011.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0012.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "DEDICATION.\\nMy four-leaved clover groweth not\\nUpon Parnassus steep,\\nBut on the Palo Alto hills\\nWhere Stanford 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, but 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": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0013.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0014.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "A fellow can be young but once. So it is with\\na university. It is a royal experience when\\none s own youth 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 charm of beauty and the glow of hope. The\\nhighest value of tradition lies in the making of it,\\nand the rhymes of Carolus Ager are part of the\\ntraditions of Leland Stanford Junior University.\\nTo those of us who were part of the four precious\\npioneer years of the university, these rhymes have\\na value beyond that given by any literary clever-\\n9", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0015.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "APOLOGY.\\nness they may possess. They are original docu-\\nments in our academic history. Each one recalls\\na day which the now sober and decorous Uni-\\nversity 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 May field\\nbar. 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.\\n10", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0016.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "8UMMARY.\\nHe who 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 Mayfield bar.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094From the Sequoia.", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0017.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0018.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nThe sea gives her shells to the shingle,\\nThe earth gives her streams to the sea\\nThey are many, but my gift is single,\\nMy verses, the first-fruits of me\\nSome sang to me dreaming in class-time,\\nAnd truant in hand as in tongue\\nFor the youngest were born of boy s pastime,\\nThe eldest are young.\\n\u00e2\u0080\u0094Swinburne.\\nPage\\nIn His Own Country .18\\n(Dedicated to S. E. Simmons.)\\nFirst Leaf The Freshman:\\nThe Days op 91 20\\n(Dedicated to the Pioneer Class.)\\nComing Thro the Quad 22\\n(Dedicated to Henrietta L. Stadtmuller.)\\nOh, Let Us Weep for Roble! .23\\n(Dedicated to Roble Hall.)\\nA Lament for the Dear Departed 24\\n(Dedicated to John Van Denburgh.)\\nHonor Among Thieves 26\\n(Dedicated to the Pioneer Faculty.)\\nDanger 28\\n(Dedicated to Maud B. Jones.)\\n13", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0019.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "contents.\\nEvening on the Campus 30\\n(Dedicated to Pember S. Castleman.)\\nFate 32\\n(Dedicated to Samuel J. Brun.)\\nThe Heavens are Telling .33\\n(Dedicated to Carl L. Clemans.)\\nGuter Alter Wein 34\\n(Dedicated to James O. Griffin.)\\nMetamorphosis 36\\n(Dedicated to Grace A. Luce.)\\nBarbara s Lullaby 37\\n(Dedicated to Barbara Jordan.)\\nThe Pioneers 38\\n(Dedicated to Abraham Lewis.)\\nSecond Leaf The Sophomore:\\nIn Memory of Richard Albrecht 42\\nTwo Windows 43\\n(Dedicated to Dorothy Steffens.)\\nA Hero 44\\n(Dedicated to Chester A. Thomas.)\\nA Song in Season 46\\n(Dedicated to Ellen F. Thompson.)\\nThe Secret op Two 47\\n(Dedicated to John S.Lincoln.)\\n14", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0020.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "contents.\\nMemories 48\\n(Dedicated to Mrs. Samuel Baker.)\\nRelapse 50\\n(Dedicated to W. W. Thoburn.)\\nWarning 51\\n(Dedicated to Wynn S. Coman.)\\nApostrophe 52\\n(Dedicated to Richard T. Buchanan.)\\nStrategy 54\\n(Dedicated to Kate D. Herrick.)\\nA Song for Hilda 55\\n(Dedicated to Hilda Moss.)\\nA Question of Color 56\\n(Dedicated to Frances Widney Workman.)\\nThird Leaf The Junior:\\nThe Rivals 58\\n(Dedicated to M. H. Kennedy.)\\nAt Study-Time 61\\n(Dedicated to Edwin C. Ewell.)\\nLeland Stanford 62\\nThe Ideal Co-ed 64\\n(Dedicated to Edith P. Ooxhead.)\\nA Drinking Song 66\\n(Dedicated to John F. Sheehan, Jr.)\\n15", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0021.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "contents.\\nFalse Lights 69\\n(Dedicated to Melville B. Anderson.)\\nMy Little Mayfield Girl 70\\n(Dedicated to Christopher B. Diehl.)\\nIn Memory of Louis Donald McLaine 72\\nA Toast .74\\n(Dedicated to Walter M. Rose.)\\nFourth Leaf The Senior:\\nReunion 76\\n(Dedicated to the Memory of Paul S. Ellis.)\\nA Friend in Need 78\\n(Dedicated to Frank R. Dray.)\\nThe Prof s Little Girl 82\\n(Dedicated to Dorothy Stillman.)\\nMizpah 84\\n(Dedicated to William C. Hazzard.)\\nFour Valentines .86\\n(Dedicated to Alfred Barstow.)\\nGod s Acre 88\\n(Dedicated to Mrs. M. B. Anderson.)\\nThe Ballad of Woodside Field 90\\n(Dedicated to William A. Knowles, Jr.)\\nTo Walter Camp 98\\n16", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0022.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nA Thanksgiving Toast 99\\n(Dedicated to Paul Downing.)\\nIn the Spider s Web 100\\n(Dedicated to Jane P. Herrick.)\\nHoni Soit Qui Mal t Pense 102\\n(Dedicated to J. T. McGrew.)\\nLorelei 104\\n(Dedicated to Lu M. Brim.)\\nThe Last Good-By 106\\n(Dedicated to Shirley Baker.)\\nThe Stem The Alumnus:\\nAfterward 110\\n(Dedicated to Robert W. Campbell.)\\nIn the Cold, Cold World 112\\n(Dedicated to C. K. Field.)\\nAn Old Acquaintance 114\\n(Dedicated to His Majesty.)\\nWhen We Come Back No More 115\\n(Dedicated to David Starr Jordan.)\\n17", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0023.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "_Z made myself a poet in the place,\\nAnd blithely sang of college life and ways,\\nThe pleasure of the undergraduate pace,\\nAnd all the joy between the holidays;\\nNo care spoke ever in my 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?\\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, 1 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,\\niTe\\\\s got it bad, poor fool we know the girl/\\n18", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0024.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "19", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0025.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "THE DATS 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?\\n20", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0026.jp2"}, "27": {"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.\\n21", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0027.jp2"}, "28": {"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\\n22", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0028.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "OH, LET US WEEP FOE ROBLE!\\nh, let us weep for Roble He is dead.\\nWith cruel wheels the locomotive\\nsped,\\nAnd both the burnished rails were\\nblotched with red.\\nPoor dog!\\nFull many tears celestial eyes have shed,\\nAnd many maiden hearts bereaved have bled;\\nHe will no more with angel-food be fed,\\nPoor dog!\\nThen let us weep for Roble; he is dead.\\nThe earth is heaped upon his final bed,\\nThe green of spring-time sprouts above his head.\\nPoor dog!\\n23", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0029.jp2"}, "30": {"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,\\n24", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0030.jp2"}, "31": {"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.\\n25", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0031.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "HONOE AMONG THIEVES.\\nhorseman rides through 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 gi^e evidence\\n26", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0032.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "HONOK AMONG THIEVES.\\nOf unimpeachable 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,\\nTbe 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.)\\n27", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0033.jp2"}, "34": {"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;\\n28", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0034.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "DANGEK\\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.\\n29", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0035.jp2"}, "36": {"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 aboye\\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.\\n30", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0036.jp2"}, "37": {"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.\\n31", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0037.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "FATE.\\ntook my books the other day,\\nAnd studied in the 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.\\n32", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0038.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE HEAVENS ARE TELLING.\\n^S I 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 west away,\\nThe colors faded from off the bay;\\nThe waves grew dark, but overhead\\nThe whole sky gloried in Stanford red!\\n33", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0039.jp2"}, "40": {"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!\\nThe other sports that are!\\nWhen my allowance never went\\nOver the Mayfield bar,\\n34", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0040.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "GUTER ALTER WEIN.\\nNor 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\\n35", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0041.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "METAMORPHOSIS.\\n^eak 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.\\n36", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0042.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "BARBARA S LULLABY.\\nULLABY,\\nThe night 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.\\n37", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0043.jp2"}, "44": {"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.\\n38", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0044.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE PI0NEEKS.\\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 Roble 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 ye watched three other classes through\\nTheir Freshman years since we were\\nthere,\\n39", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0045.jp2"}, "46": {"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!\\n40", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0046.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "41", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0047.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "IN MEMORY OF RICHARD 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!\\n42", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0048.jp2"}, "49": {"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.\\n43", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0049.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "A HERO.\\nut into the mud and the 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!\\n44", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0050.jp2"}, "51": {"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.\\n45", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0051.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "A SONG IN SEASON.\\nh, the rain!\\nThe buttercups overflow,\\nAnd out on the hill again\\nThe yellow violets grow.\\nOhjithe 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.\\n46", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0052.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE SECRET OF TWO.\\ne caine to the 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.\\n47", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0053.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "MEMORIES.\\no, my boy, you cannot please me\\nWith your cultivated choir;\\nGo yourself, but do not tease me\\nFrom my place beside the fire;\\nFor my heart is back at college\\nWhile I dream here in the\\ndark,\\nAnd I fancy I hear Shirley\\nAsking us, Who built de ark?\\nGet some pretty girl to go, sir;\\nThey enjoy that sort of thing;\\nThere was one I used to know, sir,\\nWhen the quartet used to sing;\\nAnd when we went walking, later,\\nYou could count on one remark,\\nIsn t Mr. Baker funny\\nWhen he asks, Who built de ark?\\n48", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0054.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "MEMORIES.\\nGive it up, my boy; I m clinging\\nTo the songs of a dead day;\\nThere are other voices singing\\nIn the firelight, and I pray,\\nWhen we meet in the hereafter,\\nThey will give us one good lark,-\\nAnd we all may answer Shirley,\\nBrudder Noah built de ark\\n49", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0055.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "RELAPSE.\\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.\\n50", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0056.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "WAENING.\\nJaidens, when near the museum,\\nHush your confidential love,\\nLest you teach a fatal habit\\n*f 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\\n51", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0057.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "APOSTROPHE.\\nou may talk of all the places\\nWhere you ve gone to eat\\nyour fill\\nThe Creamerie and Wilson s,\\nMaison Riche and Palace Grill:\\nThey are magic names no longer,\\nYou can tell it by my looks;\\nFor I sing the German Baker,\\nAnd the new French Cooks.\\nIn the spring a young man s fancy\\nLightly turns to thoughts of love,\\nSo they say; there are exceptions,\\nLike myself, as I can prove j\\nFor let all the other fellows\\nFeast on love in pleasant nooks,\\nBut give me the German Baker,\\nAnd the new French Cooks.\\n52", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0058.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "APOSTROPHE.\\nNow, I don t go much on aliens,\\nAs a rule; but, if you please,\\nDon t restrict the immigration\\nOf such charming men as these;\\nAnd instead of giving wealthy\\nGirls to titled foreign crooks,\\nLet us swap for German Bakers,\\nOr for good French Cooks.\\nI am longing less for mother\\nThan I was not long ago,\\nAnd my weary way is brightened\\nWith a blessing, and I know\\nThat the good Recording Angel,\\nWhen he figures up his books,\\nWon t forget the German Baker\\nAnd the two French Cooks.\\n53", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0059.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "STRATEGY.\\nome, 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.\\n54", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0060.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "A SONG FOR HILDA.\\nheee the sunshine warm is sleeping\\nWhen the noon is still,\\nSee 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.\\n55", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0061.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "A QUESTION OF COLOR.\\njAiden 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!\\n56", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0062.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "57", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0063.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "THE RIVALS.\\nheke 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!\\n58", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0064.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE EIVALS.\\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\\n59", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0065.jp2"}, "66": {"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.\\n60", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0066.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "AT STUDY-TIME.\\nt study-time the 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.\\n61", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0067.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "LELAND STANFOBD.\\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 stone\\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\\n62", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0068.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "LELAND STANFOKD.\\nMore tlian a granite tomb the monument\\nThat ever stands to thee,\\nThe gratitude of our great continent\\nThine immortality.\\n63", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0069.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "THE IDEAL CO-ED.\\n(WRITTEN TO MUSIC.)\\n*he ideal co-ed is a thing of books,\\nA creature of brain entirely,\\nWith stooping shoulders and stu-\\ndious 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!\\n64", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0070.jp2"}, "71": {"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.\\n65", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0071.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "DEINKING SONG.\\n(WRITTEN TO MUSIC.)\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0we 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?\\n66", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0072.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "DRINKING SONG.\\nAnd what care we so long as we drink till\\nthe dawning\\nBut next day in recitation\\nOh! 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;\\n67", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0073.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "DKINKING SONG.\\nWhoever can drink it we ve welcome for him\\nBeneath the redwood tall;\\nWe 11 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\\n6S", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0074.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "FALSE LIGHTS.\\nhave a little attic room\\nThat looks upon the Kow,\\nMy head professor s clover lawn\\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!\\n69", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0075.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "MY LITTLE MAYFIELD GIRL.\\n(WKITTEN TO MUSIC.)\\nost every one loves a co-ed\\nSome fellows love two or three,\\nBut among all the girls on the\\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,\\n70", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0076.jp2"}, "77": {"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 Roble sets young heads awhirl,\\nBut the shrine where I m priest lies away\\nto the east\\nWith my little Mayfield girl.\\n71", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0077.jp2"}, "78": {"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,\\n72", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0078.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "IN MEMOEY 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\\n73", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0079.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "A TOAST.\\nere 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 glory of old Ninety-five, boys;\\nLet the toast pass,\\nDrink to the Class,\\nHer glory shall be our excuse for the glass.\\n74", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0080.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "75", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0081.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "BEUNIOK\\nhe sun is warm upon the 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.\\n76", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0082.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "EEUNION.\\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.\\n77", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0083.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "A FKIEND 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 kept,\\nHow college-life means struggle\\nFor intellectual ends,\\nVain theories, as you soon will find,\\nSince you and I are friends.\\n78", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0084.jp2"}, "85": {"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,\\n79", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0085.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "A FKIEND 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.\\nSO", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0086.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "A FRIEND IN NEED.\\nOh, by the way, my money\\nThis 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.\\n81", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0087.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "tf\\nTHE PROF S LITTLE GIRL.\\njj he 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,\\n82", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0088.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "THE PROF S LITTLE GIRL.\\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;\\n1 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.\\n83", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0089.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "MIZPAH.\\n\\\\ver the hills and far away,\\nJ/J 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.\\n84", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0090.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "MIZPAH.\\nBut v^lien they couae (all! the days are few),\\nThe Haight-street campers shall yield the day,\\nAnd the Yanquished wearers of gold and blue\\nShall fold their tents, as the Arabs do,\\nAnd silently steal away.\\n85", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0091.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "FOUR VALENTINES.\\nfO-MORROw is the day for valentines;\\nThen let me leave my thesis for\\na space,\\nLower the lamplight on these\\nsBSBsssa weary 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.", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0092.jp2"}, "93": {"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.\\n87", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0093.jp2"}, "94": {"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": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0094.jp2"}, "95": {"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\\nRedden 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.\\n89", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0095.jp2"}, "96": {"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.\\n90", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0096.jp2"}, "97": {"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).\\n91", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0097.jp2"}, "98": {"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\\nUpon 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.\\n92", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0098.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF W00DSIDE 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 Roble 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.\\n96", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0099.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF W00D8IDE FIELD.\\nUp to Sir Milt lie 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.\\n94", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0100.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OP WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nThey 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,\\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:\\n95", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0101.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "THE BALLAD OF WOODSIDE FIELD.\\nIt is the great Frazierius\\nUpon his iron steed I\\nWith gasping sides he wildly speaks:\\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.\\n96", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0102.jp2"}, "103": {"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.\\n97", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0103.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "TO WALTEK CAMP.\\n|ood-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.", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0104.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "A THANKSGIVING TOAST.\\n0-* 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.\\nVj\u00c2\u00bb tr 0.", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0105.jp2"}, "106": {"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\\n100", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0106.jp2"}, "107": {"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!\\n101", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0107.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "HONI SOIT QUI MAL T PENSE.\\nt is said there is a maiden\\nLiving over in the Hall,\\nWhose tender little spirit\\nSeveral dreadful things appall,\\nThro whose modest, fluttering nature\\nSuddenly a shudder thrills\\nAt the mention or the memory\\nOf the recent Vaudevilles.\\nIn the chapel she takes refuge\\nFrom the naughtiness elsewhere,\\nNever dreaming that at one time\\nWe d have doubtless held them there.\\nLittle maiden, too incautious,\\nThose suggestive colored bills\\nShould have given you suspicions\\nOf the daring Vaudevilles.\\nWas it your sweet voice, we wonder,\\nPointing out excitedly,\\n102", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0108.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "HONI SOIT QUI MAL Y PENSE.\\nIn the ballet poster, evils\\nThat the others failed to see?\\nOh, why did you, little maiden,\\nWith your dainty moral frills,\\nEver brave the rank contagion\\nOf those sinful Vaudevilles!\\nWe have heard how sore they shocked you;\\nAnd your high resolve is known,\\nNever to incur acquaintance\\nWith the baleful stars that shone.\\nLittle maiden, be not anxious;\\nWhile we have our own free wills,\\nYou will never know the actors\\nIn those horrid Vaudevilles.\\nWound up in your righteous wrappings\\nFor a life of cats and tea,\\nYou need never dread disturbance\\nFrom such common clay as we.\\nLet us go our way unhindered\\nTo pursue the pace that kills,\\nAnd, though forced to do without you,\\nWe will stick to Vaudevilles.\\n103", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0109.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "LORELEI.\\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,\\n104", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0110.jp2"}, "111": {"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!\\n105", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0111.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "THE LAST GOOD -BY.\\nhe music is hushed 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-by.\\n106", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0112.jp2"}, "113": {"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;\\n107", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0113.jp2"}, "114": {"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!\\n108", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0114.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "@y\\n109", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0115.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "AFTERWARD.\\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 down 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?\\n110", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0116.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "AFTEEWAED.\\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.\\nIll", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0117.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "IN THE COLD, COLD WORLD.\\n(WRITTEN TO MUSIC.)\\n)M*Ju\\\\-/m 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,\\nFor 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": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0118.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "IN THE COLD, COLD WORLD.\\nAnd we made a great impression\\nOn the world, at Roble Hall.\\nNow we get a cold reception\\nFrom the world we thought to win,\u00e2\u0080\u0094\\nWhen we ring her iron door-bell,\\nWe can never find her in.\\nIn the cold, cold world,\\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": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0119.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "AN OLD ACQUAINTANCE.\\nhen back into the Quad I came\\nIn my alumnusship,\\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": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "WHEN WE COME BACK NO MORE.\\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.\\n115", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "WHEN WE COME BACK NO MOKE.\\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,\\n116", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0124.jp2"}, "123": {"fulltext": "WHEN WE COME BACK NO MOEE.\\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.\\n117", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0125.jp2"}, "124": {"fulltext": "", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0126.jp2"}, "125": {"fulltext": "THE NAMES\\nOF THE TWO HUNDRED AND ONE SUBSCRIBERS\\nTO THIS BOOK.\\nSome in this friendly list have helped\\nMy little plant to grow\\nBecause of me, and it will have\\nNo root with these, I know;\\nAnd some who live in sympathy\\nWith all a student s wiles,\\nOn finding them engrafted here\\nMay nourish it with smiles;\\nAnd some, whose hearts are haunted by\\nThose four immortal years,\\nMay touch its leaves with tenderness,\\nAnd water it with tears.", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0127.jp2"}, "126": {"fulltext": "Mks. HENRY K. FIELD Alameda.\\nMrs. DAVID STARR JORDAN Stanford University.\\nMks. LELAND STANFORD Menlo Park.\\nJOHN FRANCIS SHEEHAN, Jr. San Francisco.\\nEDITH P. COXHEAD Alameda.\\nMrs. E. S. BAKER Stanford University.\\nMAUD B. JONES Sacramento.\\nFRANK R. DRAY Boston, Mass.\\nSHIRLEY BAKER Stanford University.\\nSAMUEL E. SIMMONS Boston, Mass.\\nALFRED BARSTOW San Jose.\\nABRAHAM LEWIS San Francisco.\\nCHARLES C. ADAMS San Francisco.\\nGEORGE P. BALDWIN Stanford University.\\nROBERT W. CAMPBELL Stanford University.\\nGEORGE B. DeLONG San Francisco.\\nCHESTER A. THOMAS Stanford University.\\nJOHN S. LINCOLN Santa Barbara.\\nCHRISTOPHER B. DIEHL Stanford University.\\nHARRY C. TURNER Stanford University.\\nEDWARD C. SEWALL Stanford University.\\nHARRY S. SLADEN Stanford University.\\nOTIS B. WIGHT Stanford University.\\nRALPH B. HUBBARD Stanford University.\\nFRED A. SCHNEIDER San Jose.\\nGEORGE W. BUSH Stanford University.\\nGEORGE C. DURHAM Portland, Oregon.\\nEARL I. BARTHOLOMEW Stanford University.\\nWILLIAM E. MacCOY Stanford University.\\nC. W. TOZER Stanford University.\\nREA E. SMITH Stanford University.", "height": "2611", "width": "1574", "jp2-path": "fourleavedclover01fiel_0128.jp2"}, "127": {"fulltext": "Mks. FRANK H. MOSS Palo Alto.\\nMbs. E. R. STILLMAN Stanford University.\\nJ. M. STILLMAN Stanford University.\\nELLA F. GOODALL Oakland.\\nJOHN VAN DENBURGH San Francisco.\\nEDWIN C. EWELL San Francisco.\\nELSIE B. HARNDEN Alameda.\\nMABEL HARNDEN Alameda.\\nMbs. ELLSWORTH SHOTWELL San Francisco.\\nCLARENCE M. SMITH San Francisco.\\nMbs. MELVILLE B. ANDERSON Stanford University.\\nW. W. THOBURN Stanford University.\\nLOUIS CHAMPION San Francisco.\\nW. A. KNOWLES, Jb San Francisco.\\nHOWARD C. HOUGHTON San Francisco.\\nGERTRUDE L. CAMPBELL Boston, Mass.\\nWYNN S. COMAN Portland, Oregon.\\nKATE H. BELLINGER Portland, Oregon.\\nMARTHA COMAN Stanford University.\\nHOWARD TRUMBO San Francisco.\\nMbs. J. M. SHOTWELL Ross Valley.\\nHEBER C. 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