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The Oriole year book: Evansville Junior College
(1920)
Juniors
Juniors Honorary Member .................. Miss, Tourtelotte President ........................ Ruth M. Endicott Vice President ......................... Frank Tait Secretary ............................. Irma Nelson Treasurer ......................... Florence Maves Colors ........................... Green and W hite Flower .......................... Lily of the Valley Motto ................................ "Efficiency" Like the maiden of poetic fame, we are standing "with reluctant feet where the brooks and river meet." The gaucherie of the Freshmen, the fatuous snoffery of the Sophomore-these we have cast aside throughout our journey as so many ill-fitting garments and we view only "darkly" as through a glass that magnificent finish, the Senior. Now there's Flossie Maves-A daughter of the gods, divinely tall and fair. It's not often in this prosaic age that we find a lady with such musical talent, a "star" indeed in the light of whose brightness the glory of Shuman-Heink fades into oblivion --and, too, there are myriads of brave young gallants who have been in a languishing condition for months on account of her. And to each perishing cry Her only reply, "Music, give me music." And Frank Tait-Sir Francis Tait, the gay, gallant, swashbuckling, young would-te-p rate. Eow heavily the hand of civilization must rest upon you. But you shall be tamed. Already you have halted in your wild career to bathe in the soft glow of a "Woman's dark and rolling eye." Irma Nelson-The high brow, headed straight for your Ph. D. Do you know Ihat George Eliot turned over in her grawe when you made your appearance. And the ghost of George Sands cried out in anguish when she beheld from her etheral dwelling place your intellectual physiogonomy? Bud, have a heart. Then there's Rufus Endicott-A true blond, decisive of manner, brief of speech, Her ambitions change from year to year. Careers are elusive wraiths that beckon her, in ever changing shapes, from the crest of each new year. Now it is white clad. soft voiced nurse, with cool hands soothing the brow of pain; now it's a successful school ma'am, dignified of carriage, grave of mien; now it's an eicient business woman conducting the affairs of a huge concern. Now it is a precise orderly housei~ite, one who understands balanced rations, and whose housekeeping has reached preciEon of clock-work-visions, dreams, specters all! What will the reality be?
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