The Wisconsin alumni magazine
Volume 4, Number 8 (May 1903)
Editorial, pp. 297-298
Psalm, p. 298
293 W8n8in Ali athletic' material,-an activity we would do well to emulate. But the search for niaterial must not be confined to athletic lines. We heed the best orators and debaters, the best workers in every branch of student activity, the brightest stu- dents, no less than. the best ath- letes. We must have freshmen from the most cultured homes, boys and girls of the stronge~st imental and moral fibre, as well as the men with. interscholastic rec- "ords. If the grade of the student body is to be raised, we must have freshmen whose moral principles are cleaner, whose mental attain'. ments are larger, whose apprecia- tion of the best things in life will be keener, than that of the aver- age freshman. Not that the uni- PS. First, I give thanks for flowers, for fairy flowers, Fashioned in unsown dust, as if the hours, Wistful and sweet, were from their graves to rise, Perfumed with past delight, in petal guise. Here, in the seeding grass, all webs and dew, I give God thanks for flowers, and so for you, Dear woman-flower. I give God thanks for stars. I love the night, Because it brings the stars. When all the light Has been kissed dim by dark, I stand to see Frank, open heaven made a mystery £mni -Magazine. versity does not welcome every student who comes here with the intention of doing his work prop- erly, but it is the best material which we are most apt to lose to rivals that make a special effort to secure it. The good which the uni- versity does depends to a very large extent upon the character of its students. Therefore let the alumni endeavor to secure the very best class of students possible. Especially ought these considera- tions to appeal to the graduate of more recent years. In many cases they are in close touch with high school students who are planning college courses, and can exert a very strong influence in determin- ing the choice of a college. &LM. By quiet eyes that look from out the blue, Strange as your eyes. Then I give thanks for you, Dear woman-star. I thank my God for wonder. For my days Are mute with wonder and my voice with praise; As when I hear a lark, or when my hand Brushes your little fsleeve, or when is fanned My face by the first wind of dawn. God knew I wist not how to praise Him with out you, Dear wonder-girl. -ZONA GALE, '95, In Munsey's.
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