Volume II, of The Junior Annual, Published by The Class of 1904

Coe College, Cedar Rapids, Iowa, May, 1903

Submitted by Jo Autrey


We the class of 1904, realizing that Coe is unknown save to a few neighboring districts, feel it our duty to contrive some means whereby she may make a strong demand for public attention. It was a question which required considerable thought. At last we decided that to publish a Junior Annual was the best means of accomplishing this end. True last year’s class undertook this same thing but they only enlarged her acquaintance while we mean to make her known to the furthermost parts of the earth.

Of the public in general we call particular attention to our histories, our Faculty, our societies, etc. It is our purpose to picture Coe as she really is, hence we take delight in referring to the cuts and etchings. The students themselves will get more enjoyment out of the cartoons.

If you, our friends, are hit, remember we are standing on impartial ground and pint you as you appear to others. If you are hurt, remember you are so prominent we could not possibly pass you by. Only to the conspicuous belongs attention.

Hoping we have accomplished our aim, and thanking you for your contributions, great and small, we bid you a fond farewell.


Lester Allan Williams, Editor-in-Chief

Susan E. Titterington, Davida McCaslin, Associate Editors

Harris L. Smullin, Artist

Fred C. Sweinhart, Business Manager

A. Raymond Eckels, Assistant Business Manager

Mary Deacon, Witter L Johnston, Subscription Managers


Rev. S. B. McCormick, President, Professor of Moral Science

Stephen W. Stookey, Dean, Professor of Botany and Geology

Rev. Robert A. Condit, Professor of Greek Language and Literature

Alice King, Professor of History

Clinton O. Bates, Professor of Chemistry and Physics

M. Leeb, Professor of German and French Languages and Literature

E. M. C. Ezerman, Professor of Music

Rev. Edward R. Burkhalter, Associate Professor of Hebrew and Evidences of Christianity

Rev. Geo. W. Bryant, Professor of Latin Language and Literature

Julia Ramsey Vaulx, Professor of English Literature

George Cutler Fracker, Professor of Mental Science

Bert H. Bailey, Professor of Zoology

Rev. Charles Gordon Sterling, Associate Professor of Ethics

Rev. Wm. McClung Evans, Associate Professor of Bible History

T. A. Berkebile, Lecturer on Elementary and International Law

Rev. J. Van DeErve, Field Secretary and Lecturer

W. J. McCready, Lecturer in Sociology

Leroy D. Weld, Professor of Mathematics and Astronomy

George Shannon McCune, Principal Coe Academy and Professor of Oratory

Dorothy Irene Wickersham, Instructor in Mathematics and German

Lola M. Condit, Instructor in German and English

Lorette Jesse Beechley, Instructor in English

Eva Frances Whitnell, Assistant Instructor in Latin

Laura Pearle Stewart, Instructor in Elocution and Physical Culture

Eva Frances Whitnell, Assistant Instructor in Latin in the Academy

Lester Allen Williams, Assistant Instructor in Latin in the Academy

Ida M. Dodd, Tutor

Cornie Shelley, Librarian

Mrs. Katherine Lees, Maton of Williston Hall

Charles M. Jones, Superintendent Coe College Press

Mr. C. D. Myers, Custodian of the Buildings


Dorothy Irene Wickersham

Leroy D. Welch

Lola M. Condit

George Shannon McCune


Class Colors: Orange and Black

Class Yell:

Three! Three! Three!


Who are we!

We are the

Tip top. See!

C – O – E


Officers of the Class

Elizabeth Crutchefield Knox, President

Bertha Knowles Sargent, Vice-President

George Marvin Oxley, Secretary

Eloise Prentice Raymond, Treasurer

Class Roll:

Nellie Belle Robinson, Herman Charles Groman, Morton Merle Ogden, Chester Arthur Armstrong, Eva Frances Whitnell, Christine McCasln, Earle Augustus Munger, George Lewis Hall, Mary Josephine Sutherland, Belle J. A. Rose, Edgar Thomas Chrismore, Bertha Knowles Sargent, Eloise Prentice Raymond, Edna Mary Sweinhart, Olney Kinkead Walker, Howard Lucius Smith, George Marvin Oxley, Fred Bert Armstrong, Albert Henry Whitnell, Manford Alpheus Pearson, Elizabeth Crutchfield Knox, James Ralph Jewell

The Senior Year

The year is short and sad and dreary;

Time flies, but of flight is never weary;

But stern Time bears them on in ceaseless strife.

Ah! The year is sad and dreary!

The year is long and bright and cheery;

Time lags, but his pace not one can query;

The Seniors sing of the glorious end;

To the hopes of youth their ears they lend,

Then the year is bright and cheery.

So still, dear class, rejoicing, repining,

You’ll find with joy some grief intertwining,

The dream of some future fame for you,

Mingled with dread to try the new,

Some days must be bright, some dreary.

History of the Senior Class

It was on the 13th of September 1899, tat history began to be made at Coe. Until then growth had been slow. The germ had been there but it required the quickening influence of the class of 1903 to cause that growth which during our four years in College has placed Coe in the forefront of the colleges of Iowa. When it was discovered on that beautiful Wednesday morning – for even Nature rejoiced over the good then assured, - that the new Freshman class was made up of some sixty-five young men and women, many of them honor students from the best high schools of the state, when this was discovered, the College, and even the city as well, became aware that Coe was henceforth to be an institution of which they might well be proud. And there was good reason for the rejoicing then prevalent; - the class which entered the year before numbered twenty-five.

Ne corps of instructors had to be provide for the Freshmen. By one of the new members of the faculty the wisdom of the Romans was taught, and we soon learned to say "Non Intellegis?" From another we learned the meaning of "Phenomenon,: how to shake hands so our friends would cherish the occasion for years, nor was the semi-monthly story of the lad who wished to "Make a dash after the pretty girl," told in vain. Such college lore as these, and the one concerning the Ohio girl who once cheated in examination and neither ate nor slept afterward for seventeen years, have been handed down as college traditions by the class of 1903, and much of the good that has been apparent in the lower classes has been due to the careful oversight of this class.

The class of 1902 had become hardened and stiff-necked, and were consequently early taken in hand by the Freshmen, from whom they learned many valuable lessons, such as the one of the night of February 21, 1900, when, over the question of who should pay for the bob ordered by the Sophomores, and which the Freshmen used by right of "eminent domain," Freshman logic was pitted against Sophomore ethics. During our first year at Coe too, by way of inculcating a proper respect for our all around ability, our football team beat the team picked from the entire college and faulty; we also beat Wilson R. Brown’s "All State" Sophomore base ball team, and won the Home Field Meet.

Our reputation had so gone abroad that when the class of ’04 appeared, they gathered down town in the afternoon before the Junior Reception, and each boy armed with a formidable club, marched to the home of their host in phalanx, with the girls in the center. Long ere we arrived at the dignity of being Seniors, however, they learned that we had no evil intentions of any kind, and preferred to make ourselves respected in other lines of prowess than that of mere strength. As a class we have had only compliments from our honored faculty, and have never had to be reprimanded for leaving chapel during prayer to engage in a class scrap, or for pasting posters all over the wall paper and windows of the college buildings.

As Juniors we maintained our record of high intellectuality, furnished our usual quota of men for the football team, the best sprinter in Iowa as a nucleus for the other track men of the college to cluster around and as we had don the year previous, taught the Seniors their final lessons in decorum before they went from under our beneficent influence, and last, but not least, instituted the custom of publishing a Junior Annual of the year at Coe. In the raising of the endowment for our college we had our part, as did the other classes.

As Seniors, we are making records in the class-room, in debate, in oratory, on the field and track, everywhere in fact, of which no one can be ashamed. As a class we have alone more work in many lines than any other yet graduated from Coe. During our four years in college there has been no strife whatever in our ranks; the closest of all college friendships are those within our own class. We have not one member of whom we do not expect great things, not one but whom every other member is proud to call a classmate.

And the end is not yet. Next year will see some of our class in Yale, some in Harvard (at which great university no alumnus of Coe has ever yet matriculated) some at Columbia, some at Ann Arbor, some at Princeton, some doing graduate work at the State University of Iowa, others in the best theological seminaries of our country, two or three have given their lives to work for Christ in the foreign fields, other will be teaching, and filling their scholars with a desire to come to dear old Cole.

It is not with any self-emulation that we feel we shall be missed, but with a pardonable pride, for members of our class are at the head of the Christian organizations of the College, of the literary societies, debating league, track team, and of the musical life of Coe. The College orchestra will be left without a leader. But one thing is certain, every member of the class of 1903 will exert himself to his utmost in order that since the waking up of Coe and its new and greater life began with the advent of our class, its record shall be maintained; and as long as we shall live, we shall be loyal in thought, word, and deed to Dear Old Coe.


Colors: Scarlet and Black

Class Yells:

Wah Who Wah!

Wah Who War!

Wah Who Wah!

1 9 0 4 !

C- a Cracker
O- a Cracker!

E- a Cracker!

Z E E!


The Class Rolls

Perley B. Chandler: Alpha Nu. Marengo, Iowa. Classical. Track ’01-‘02m Football ’01-’01, "Of cats and fish he knows a heap."

Frederick Hawley Currens, Olio. Logan, Iowa. Classical, Football, ’01-’02, "The slave of a woman."

Ernest Cameron, Alpha Nu. Conway, Iowa, Classical, Tract ’02, "I now a cheese from a grind stone – that’s all."

Davida McCaslin, Sinclair. Hoppeston, Illinois, Classical, President Sinclair, Junior Annual Board, College Council. "She is all that any man could wish."

Norman Percival Olney, Olio. Cedar Rapids, Iowa, Scientific. Vice-President Oratorical Association, College Council, Vice-President Prohibition League. "I am but a stranger here, heaven is my home."

Witter Laurens Johnston, Fort Doge, Iowa. Philosophical. Prexy’s Hired Man. Junior Annual Board,

"Lo Mordecai went his way and did according to all that Esther had commanded him."

John Franklin Anderson, Clarence, Iowa. Scientific. "A steady, sober sort of citizen."

Lester Allan Williams, Olio., Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Classical. College Council, Cosmos Board, President Debating League, President Prohibition League, Editor-in-Chief Junior Annual. "And his hair was something sandy and was done in knotty curls, and was parted in the middle, in the manner of the girls."

Florence M. Goodyear, Sinclair, Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Philosophical, Secretary Class of ’04. "She is but new among us."

Harris Irwin Smullin, Olio, Clinton, Iowa, scientific. President Cass ’04, President Tennis Association, Tennis ’02, Track ’04, President Dramatic Association, Exchange Editor of Cosmos, Athletic Board, College Council, Art Editor Junior Annual. "He led a varied life with diverse memories filled."

George David Poe, Alpha Nu, Essex, Iowa. Classical. Vice-President Debating League. "He knows all about it, he knows he knows,"

Lulu Moffit, Carleton, Mechanicsville, Iowa. Philosophical. "Another little lamb."

Lulu Belle Secrist, Sinclair. Marion, Iowa. Classical. Treasurer of Sinclair. "She is a perfect knowledge box, an oracle to great and small."

Lewis Edward Longley, Olio. Riceville, Iowa. Classical. Y.M.C.A. Cabinet "And still I am a child though I be old."

William Naill Otto, Alpha Nu. Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Classical. College Council. "All great literary men are shy."

Susan E. Titterington, Carleton. Rock Island, Illinois. Philosophical. Junior Annual Board. "I have seen lovers, but have not dared to love."

Mary Deacon, Sinclair. Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Classical. Annual Board. "To be slow in words is a woman’s only virture."

George Williamson Dunlap. Olio. Springville, Iowa. Classical. President Athletic Association, Base-Ball ’01-’02, Captain ’03, Foot Ball ’02, Track ’02, College Council, Athletic Board. "Quantity not quality."

Hugh Bartlett Clark, Alpha Nu. Madison, South Dakota. Classical. Foot Ball ’02. "He’s a ladie’s man – his smiles are truly winniing."

Emma Grunewald, Carleton. Blairstown, Iowa. Philosophical. "She is not understood by men."

Arthur Raymond Eckels, Olio. Lenox, Iowa. Classical. President Y.M.C.A., College Council, Literary Editor of Cosmos, Annual Board, Secretary of Debating League. "Quality not quantity."

Fred C. Sweinhart, Alpha Nu. Nioux City, Iowa. Philosophical. Manager Junior Annual. "Man delights not me or woman either."

Goerge Francis Buresh, Olio. Ely, Iowa, Tract ’02. "He knows a thing or two."

Jessie Inez Graham, Carleton. Shueyville, Iowa. Philosophical. Local Editor of Cosmos. "there is no impossibility to her."

Emily Louise Smith, Sinclair. Davenport, Iowa. Classical. Cirtic Sinclair Society. "Her voice was ever soft, gentle, and low, an excellent thing methings."

Milton Potter Munger, Alpha Nu. Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Scientific. Captain Basket Ball ’02-’03, Track ’02, Athletic Editor of Cosmos, College Council, Athletic Board. "He is wise who doth fall but little."

Joseph William Hawley, Alpha Nu. Trinidad, Colorado. Classical. Secretary State Oratorical Association, Editor of Cosmos, Basket Ball ’01-’02-’03, Track ’01-‘02’, College Council. "Young in years but in sage counsel old."

Hulda A. Jackson, Carleton. Mechanicsville, Iowa. Scientific. "But there is nothing so sweet in life as love’s young dream."

Nora Isabel Brown, Carleton. Cedar Rapids, Iowa. Classical. Vice-Presicent Class of ’04. "She relished a joke and rejoiced in a pun."

John Clifford Frazee, Ellston, Iowa. Classical. "She hath made me neglect my studies, lose my time."

Junior Poem

Sheltered by brave, lofty oaks,

Rearing their proud boughs on high,

By the rippling, sparkling Cedar,

Reaching out to meet the sky;

Dear Coe College stands undaunted,

Stands for all that life holds dear,

Truth and virtue, lofty ideals,

Are held up before us here.

We can feel all round about us,

True Coe spirit, broad and free,

May this spirit e’er assist us

To achieve our destiny.

May our characters be strengthened,

Our ideals for highter be,

And to thee, our dear Coe College,

Let us owe it all to thee.

Nineteen Fours, recall we fondly,

When we entered Coe’s dear walls,

Roamed the shady campus over,

And throughout the hallowed halls

Swift eh years have sped along,

Bringing duties, - yes, and pleasures,

In our memories, both we hold

As among our dearest treasures.

Well we love this cherished spot,

Where we’ve gathered in our youth.

Showing seeds in earnest hearts,

May the harvest yield us Truth,

Dear Coe College – well beloved,

We shall cherish ever more.

Love for thee can not be deeper

Than is felt for Nineteen Four.

The Rime of the Junior Class

It is an ancient Junior,

And he stoppeth one of three,

"Now, tell me, is the Junior Class

The best you e’er did see?"

He held him with his glittering eye,

The Freshman indeed did quake,

For he feared that this dignity, solemn and fierce

Into terrible wrath might break.

"Oh tell me, learned Junior,

Oh tell me much and more,

Of the learning, and prowess, and great renown

Of the Class of 1904.

The Junior’s darkening eye grew bright,

And proudly up drew he,

"Ah then, you’ll see that the Junior Class

Is the best you e’er did see,

I wot, that you’ll know that the Junior Class

Is the best you e’er did see."

The Freshman nodded a mute reply,

Away his fear did pass,

And the learned Junior thus did tell

The Rime of the Junior Class.

"Twas on a bright September day –

Brightly the sun did glow,

The Freshmen wandered here and there

Overcome with distress and woe;

The Freshmen wept many homesick tears

Overcome with distress and woe.

But soon a brighter day did come,

And Freshmen spirits rose,

The Freshmen remembered the joys of life

They cast away their woes.

They met in secret concourse brave,

To make a plan of war,

To establish forever and aye, the fame

Of the class of 1904.

But lo! In the distance a cloud was seen,

A speck o’er the sky did pass,

It grew in size, it took the shape

Of the terrible Soph’more class.

Nearer and nearer the monsters came,

Down on the Freshmen they bore,

But never a fear did shake a man

Of the class of 1904.

Never a pang and never a qualm

In the class of 1904.

The Freshman here had hung his head

He hung his head for shame,

But the Junior spake on, in accents stern

His sternness ever the same.

"The Sophs a valiant attack did make

A right valiant battle fought they,

But when the fray was over and done

The Freshmen and won the day.

I looked around on the class room floor

I turned my eyes away,

I looked around on the class room chairs,

And there the Sophomores lay.

Boundand manacled in shame,

The valiant Soph’mores lay,

Overcome and subjected were they

For the Freshmen had won the day.

The fame of Naughty Four increased,

On it grew apace,

Till the Freshman class was known and revered

In every then-known place.

To make immortal their honored name,

The Freshmen a poster did post,

Reviling the wicked Sophomores

But praising themselves the most.

They grew in wisdom and n might,

In valor, too, grew they,

Till at last, in the history of the class

There came an eventful day,

Till at last, to the Freshman warriors bold

There came on eventful day.

Twas another bright September day,

More brightly the sun did glow,

The class assembled in gayety free

They knew no grief or woe.

For, now they were gay young Sophmores,

Gay young Sophs were they.

The new-made Freshmen quaked with fear

And they fled from the Sophs away,

Vanquished completely by 1904

They fled from the Sophs away.

They fled so swiftly and for withal

That dead in their tracks they fell,

And the mourning Sophs a stone did raise

Of their sad demise to tell.

In base-ball, in foot-ball, in learned debate

The ‘04’s always excelled,

The championship in all events

The ‘04’s always held.

The Naughty Fives, of the Sophomres

An effigy did make.

They built a raging, roaring fire

The effigy to bake.

The flames leaped ever higher and higher

The effigy to bake.

The Freshmen grinned in evil joy,

They tho’t their triumph complete.

They tho’t at the hands of 1905

The Sophs had met defeat.

But not so easily was 1904

Conquered by Freshmen foes,

For out of the turmoil and woe of defeat

A timely deliverer rose,

Out of the midst of 1904

A timely deliverer rose.

A note of authority he forged

A warning stern wrote he.

The Freshmen amazed and affrighted withal

No forgery did see.

They obeyed the haughty Soph’s commands

The order grim they filled,

No more they sang their brave exploits,

Their boasting voice they stilled.

Our Sophmore year as glorious was

As ever a man did see,

Our every deed, the waiting world

Did hail with joy and glee.

Once more a bright Sept4ember day,

Once more the glowing sun,

The 1904’s are the Junior class

Their fighting days are done;

Their fierce and mighty strife is o’er

Their fighting days are done.

And now to learning, and now to love,

The Juniors tribute do pay;

To Latin and Greek, and moonlight walks

They attend, both night and day;

To wise Minerva dn Venus fair

They attend, both night and day.

The Junior class is the greatest class

That e’er a man did see,

And, now, thou humble Freshman lad,

Declare the same to me."

"I fear thee, learned Junior,

I fear thy learned class,

I see that, clearly, far above us,

The Junior class doth pass.

For the Junior class is the bravest class,

That ever did wage a war.

The noblest class in all the world

Is the class of 1904.

The fairest class in fair old Coe

Is the class of 1904."

Record of Class of ‘04


Bever Oratorical Contest

Faculty Trophy for Debate

Freshman-Sophomore Base Ball Game

Freshman-Sophomore Debate

Freshman-Junior Debate, 1901


Bever Oratorical Contest

Sophomore-Freshman Debate

Faculty Cup for Athletic Events

Sophomore-Freshman Base Ball Game

Individual Records

Hugh Bartlett Clark:

First Prize in Freshman Greek

Mary Deacon:

Second Parvin Prize

Arthur Raymond Eckels:

Bever Oratorical Contest, 1902,

Penn Preliminary Debate, 1903

Lewis Edward Longley:

First Prize in Freshman Greek, 1902

Freshman English Prize

Freshman-Sophomore Debate, 1902

Milton Potter Munger:

First Wilson Botanical Prize

Lulu Belle Secrist:

Knox Scholarship Prize,

First Prize in Freshman Latiin

Sophomore English Prize

Joseph William Hawley:

Freshman-Junior Debate, 1901

Second Prize in Freshman Greek, 1902

Western Preliminary Debate, 1903

Lester Allen Williams:

Trustee’ Scholarship

First Parvin Prize

Second Prize in Freshman Greek

Second Prize in Freshman Latin

Bever Oratorical Contest, 1901

Sophomore-Freshman Debate, 1901

Western Intercollegiate Debate, 1902

Second Prize Home Oratorical Contest, 1903

Penn Preliminary Debate, 1903

George Williamson Dunlap:

Sophomore-Freshman Debate, 1902

William N. Otto:

Freshman-Junior Debate, 1901

Third Prize Home Oratorical Contest, 1901

Western Preliminary Debate, 1903

Susan E. Titterington:

Inter-Society Debate, 1902

Hulda Arabella Jackson:

Second Wilson Botanical Prize, 1901

1904 Alphabet

A - is for Anderson, Fat is his nickname.

B - is for Buresh, always the same.

C - is for Cameron, a scholar he’s made.

D - is for Dunlap, a Taylor by trade.

E - is for Eckels, whose hair will not curl.

F - is for Frazee, who contracted a girl.

G - is for Graham of Psychology note.

H - is for Hawley, on the Cosmos he wrote.

I - is for Irene, for whom marriage did lurk.

J – is for Johnston, the man-of-all-work.

K – is for Knott, his initials G. C.

L – is for Longley, so guileless and free.

M – is for Munger and Moffit withal.

N - is for Netolicky, the man of foot ball.

O – is for Otto, so learned and rare.

P – is for Poe, the man whith the hair.

Q – is for Quiet at Williston Hall.

R – is for Rabbit, the best of them all.

S – is for Secrist, the damsel so wise.

T – is for Titterington, the girl with the eyes.

With such a good ending as Williamson would be we simply omit

U, V, X, Y, and Z


Class Colors: Gold and Brown

Class Yells:

Rickety Zip, Rickety Zip!

Rickety Zip to rive!

I bet you wish you belonged

To the Class of Naughty Five.

Ki yippi, Ki yi,

Ki yippi, Ki yi,

Sophmore, Sophmore,

1 9 0 5!

Class Officers

Robert Burns Poe, President

Jane Edith Stevenson, Vice-President

Clara Cecile Kocher, Secretary

James McMichael, Treasurer

Class Roll

James Alexander Baird, Charles Clyde Ball, Samuel Cranston Benson, Thomas Martyn Buchanan, Margaret Josephine Butler, Jennings Crawford, Lucetta Crum, Llewellyn Dunlap, John Montague Ely, Maud Maria Ensign, Grace Elizabeth Jamison, M. Byrd Jones, Arthur Owen Knapp, Clara Cecile Kocher, Charles Foster McDaniel, James McMichael, Esther Shaver Olmsted, Mary Ethel Paul, Edith Hart Payne, Robert Burns Poe, Crete Purmort, Irene Taylor Rogers, Walter William Rowe, Charles Raymond Smith, Herbert Heebner Smith, Lotus Mae Smith, May Smith, Carl Rossow Steinke, Jane Edith Stevenson, Bernice Clarissa Toms, Florence Mae Wolfe, Lucile Hope Wyckoff, Earle Burdett Young

Sophomore Poem

In that September when the students alle

Assemble in the classic halle

Of Coe, that building hige of great renown,

The Seniors all in cap and gown,

And eek the Freshmen, gay and bright,

With joyful mien and footstep light,

Namore y-clepet Freshmen were theye,

But Sophomores, and soothe to say

Of all classes, they bar utterly the pry,

And though’ that they war learned, they war ways.

A neue company of scholars was then seen

A motley crowd, all frightened in their miene,

Of young folk, by aventure -fallen,

In fellowship, and Freshmen were they all.

Ech youth and mayde of hem as meek as is a sheepe,

Their place they knew, but must be taught to keep.

What good they were, remained to be seen,

So young they were so fresh and eek so green.

Of boldness and impudence they waxed vane,

Until the facts seemed clear and plain,

Unto the Sophomores, that they must nippe

Writhing the bud, this crowd of folks so flipped.

The goodly Sophs arose and in their mighty,

They wiped the Freshmen class far out of sighted,

And then grew big and strong, this Sophomore class,

This wondrous combination of lad and lass,

And I will letten you about a few

Of them, what like they were, and what they knew,

And eek in what condition they were in,

And at a Knapp then will I first begin.

A Knapp there was, and that a worthy man

That from the time that he first began

To go to school, he loved well to learn

To redden reference, and eek to burn,

The mid-night oil ad in his Englishness

He bar the A’s and eek the honorees,

And of his part as meek as is a maid

He never yet ne villainy ne said

In al his life, in no debate or scrap,

He was a very perfect gentle chap.

A Ball there was, a well beloved youth

A lover and a genteel one in truth,

With locks strait, as they were leyd in presse,

Of twenty year of age he was I guess,

Of his stature he was of even length,

And most athletic and eek great of strength,

For he had been sometime in training here

To runnen race and wear the foot ball gear.

And born him well, as of so little space,

In hope to standen in his lady’s grace.

Curteys he was and most delightful did he seem,

An on the gridiron he was captain of the team.

By him there was a lad with smooth face,

Velepet Jennings by his friends in class.

Of slow and earnest part, and solemn miene,

And yet he had his fun, as may be seen.

A "clever" youth he was, and aye discrete,

Hi greatest oath "I hope they choke, " was mete.

He chief was of the Sophomore class a spell,

And ruled it wisely and he ruled it well

Until another chief arose, accordant to law

Who was called Robert Burns Poe.

A noble youth with lurid hare, and short,

But for the ruler’s chair he was the sort.

A maid there was, not tall and y9oug to boot,

Who heitte Crete, and soothe, this maid was cute.

Talking she was or laughing, al the day

She was as fresh as is the month of May.

About the halls of Coe, she spent her time.

A friend to all except the Faculty,

Who clept her "irrepressible" and soughte

To check her laughter and her idle thought.

But all the class loved her passing well

As any Sophomore will gladly tell.

Another youth there was, a long and slender boy

That of his smiling was full simple and soye.

His cheeks was aye frees, and blushed like a maid,

Yet manly youth he was, when al was said.

And he was eek a member of the foot ball team,

And bore himself with nonuse, it did seem.

He was y-called a crack player, and the class

All cheer for Steinke when he passé.

There was another lad, eek with red hair,

Who combed it genteelly and parted it with care.

A youth of temper keen, and answer quick

Belike he was dessended from Irish Mike.

He such words spake, as few men dared,

When wroth, and he was clipped Jimmie Baird.

There was a maid from Boone, a lovely maid,

Who heit Ensign and she was popular ‘tis said,

But all her fairest glance and sweetest smile,

She gave unto young Jennings, at the while,

For jolly chums they were, and aye were gay,

They were a pair to draw to, soothe to say.

No3w in this class, renowned far and wide,

There also a gentile youth and maid,

Who, grave and ways beyond there years, were called

Grandpa and grandma by the students all.

A goodly couple were they, well suited echo to echo,

So dignified in mind, and so sedate of speech

But accidence will happen to the best

And trouble come upon us first or lest

So sleighs o’er turn and horses run away

Even with a "Byrd" of a girl and a "younger" man, they say

Besides these ones of which the class is justly proud,

There war some more within that goodly crowd,

Four Smiths, a Crum, an Olmsted, an Ely and a Paul,

A Jamison, a Stevenson, and students were they al,

Mac Michael bode and Edith dear and Roslyn the faire,

And Irene, our actress maid, to whom can none compare.

A Buffington, a Butler, a Wycoff and a Roe,

A Benson, Kocher, our Bernice, and after that namoe.

Now all semester long, this class grew and grew

Til in its strength and goodness, it has been matched by few,

And round about the town its fame has aye been sung

Until the good true adage to be well known has come,

"As learned as a Sophomore, and eek as strong,"

Til parents teach their children in tale and in song,

The class which has the fairest maids, add eek the boldest youth,

Of all about Coe College, and that is gospel truth,

The keenest, brightest class, and soothe the most alive,

The wondrous, famous Soph’more class of nineteen hundred five.


In Memoriam

Amy Kirkpatrick

We were very, much surprised and saddened to hear of the sudden death of Miss Amy Kirkpatrick, which occurred at her home in Waterloo, October 13, just at dawning of a new day. Her sickness was only of a few days, but her sufferings were intense, and the disease baffled even the powers of the best physicians, until the Great Physician came and applied the healing touch and took her home to live with Him.

She graduated from the Waterloo High School in 1901, and the following year entered as a Freshman at Coe. She was always very ambitious in her studies and it is thought this was partly the cause of her sickness. She was one of those quiet, deep characters, whose every-day life was a witness to the spirit behind it. She was happiest when doing some little service for some one else.

Robert Shannon Ainlie

Robert Shannon Ainslie was born in Argyl, Washington County, New York, May 21, 1881. He entered Coe in the spring of 1901. Last year he returned and entered the Freshman class, but was soon compelled to leave school on account of ill health. This year he again entered and hoped to be able to continue his work throughout the year, but his constitution was not strong enough to resist the attack of pneumonia which, affecting his heart, caused his death at 6 o’clock Tuesday morning, January 20.

Mr. Ainslie was a member of the Alpha Nu society and always did faithful work. His cheerful disposition and good will endured him to all. From his life we may all learn a valuable lesson. We may see what it means to live a clean, noble life, and may profit by the knowledge.


Class Colors: Purple and White

Class Yells:

Hip, Prism! Tra, Rix!

All is well with Naughty Six!

O! Thee Thi! Thou!

Alli Ka Zee! Zi Zou!

Razel Zi Zi Zou Zix!

Viva, Viva, Naughty Six.

Hoodo! Hoodo! Hoodo Hi!

Hear us, Hear us, Hear us cry!

Who yells? We yell!

Who are we?

We are the Freshmen.

C O E !

Class Officers

James Irwin McCormick, President

Maud Isabel Bechtel, Vice-President

Virgil Warford Bever, Secretary

George Ernest Booth, Treasurer

Class Roll

John Newell Ainslie, George Brown Ainslie, Cipriano Alfonso Baarcelon, Maud Isabel Bechtel, Virgil Warford Bever, George Ernest Booth, Matie Eleanor Borghart, Kaatie Borghart, Helen Kathrina Bowlus, Ermin Ralph Bowersox,, Samuel Elias Conybeare, John Alexander Dobbins, Mabel Helen Ferguson, Naana Lynn Forbes, Alzada French, Frank Frederick Gardner, Belle Gilberson, Violetta Mae Gilfillan, Bertha Gulf, Ella Marie Humble, Roy Christian Ilsley, Lavina Mae Johnson, James David Keister, Charles Clyde Knight, William Wallace Koons, Clarice Landis, Edwin Arthur Larimer, David Sylvester Lewis, Myron William Lubbock, Amy Violet Mann, Jesse Clyde Manville, Linton Howard Martin, James Irwin McCormick, Ross Wilder Moore, Vera Ruth Mudge, Edwin Earle Niccolls, Blanche Noble, Frank le Febre O’Neal, Ruth Marion Oxley, Ira Edward Palmer, Florence Penfield, Roy Merle Peterson, William Horatio Phelps, Flora May Ricker, Minnie Barclay Ridenour, Charles E. Roberts, Jennie Louise Roberston, Tracie Elizabeth Robinson, Theodore Tasheira Roosevelt, James Bernard Ross, Clarence Henry Simmons, Della Bell Smith, Dessa Bell Smith, Bessie Margaret Smith, Jennie Busch Solomon, Clarence Newell Sprague, Alice Belle Stewart, Anna Gail Stubblefield, De Forest Stull, David Duke Todd, Etta Perle Williams

Freshman Poem

One autumn day in nineteen-two,

There came to Coe with much ado,

A band of Freshmen bold,

To learn of things they ought to know,

And teach the Sophs their place at Coe,

A truth they should be told.

Ere long about this class ‘twas said,

"They’ll fight their way and not be led.

They surely have the go."

All through their college year ‘twas thus,

They came out leaders in each fuss,

Victorious o’er their foe.

In class work too, they showed their skill

And caused their teachers’ hearts to thrill

With ecstasy sublime,

With failures few and A’s profuse,

They minded well their P's and Q's,

And rightly used their time.

So you see, our Freshman class,

No one can or will surpass

On either side the Styx.

Now let us toast this jolly set,

Who valiantly the lobsters met.

This class of nineteen-six.

History of the Freshman Class

The scribe , he of the hoary head and piercing eye, brooded long over the dying embers. Anon he smiled and seemed to beckon unseen spirits to his side, and anon he dipped his pen and wrote in letters of gold the history of the class of 1906.

A temple of learning stands on the border of a peaceful city and here, from year to year, youths and maidens assemble and learn many wonderful things. In the fall of ri02 there was special rejoicing, for knightly youths and beauteous maids came in great numbers and these were the Freshmen.

Now at the temple of learning there were horrible monsters called Sophs. They had the forces and faces of mortals, but they had "lobster hearts" and they hated Freshmen. There were the Juniors who loved the Freshmen and there were the Seniors who abet the monstrous Sophs. But iwas the joy of Feshmen youths to meet in knightly encounter with the "lobster-hearts," nor did the maidens fear the enemy and when on the second day, having assembled, they joined in the cry:

"Hip! Prism! Tra! Rix!

All’s well with Naughty Six,"

The Sophs trembled, for they "saw their finish."

Soon again the Freshman class came together. This time to choose leaders. They chose Earley for chief chapion and the maid Gilfillan, to rule the coffers. Peace reigned within, but without the Sophomores raged, and at last fired with jealous wrath, they burst in. "Smithies" were their champions, a "Ball" shot from their midst; the "eusign" of the enemy appeared. As one the Freshmen rose, they thrust them out, bound them with hands of ribbons and left them fainting with fear.

And that all should know their power, the maids of the Freshmen made a flag of white and purple and brave Freshmen knights placed it on a staff above the temple of learning and defended it. All night the Sophs raged in baffled frenzy, but when the morning came they crept softly and silently away, whispering one to another to keep up faint courage. "They are dead; The Freshmen are dead." Then, to soften the sting of ignominious defeat, they posted such notices everywhere and the lively Freshmen smiled and the flag floated on, but the "lobsters" were appeased.

One night, having congregated, the Freshmen learned each other’s names and talked together. Afterward they went home and forgot each other and the next day they mistook Seniors for Freshmen, but that was glory to the Seniors. Then the Juniors provided an evening of "merry jest and jollity: and here the twins got twisted and the Sophs were assisted-out the door. After this there were many other fetes and frolics, for the Freshmen were merry and gay.

Now yearly, at the temple of learning, there are celebrated games into which the bravest and best of all the youths enter. These are called football and their purpose is to train the youth in knightly accomplishments. Here Barcelon, Earley, McCormick, Sprague, and Larson held high the glory of ’06.

Time passed, and the Sophs filled all the place with boastings, but "pride goeth befre a fall." At last the Freshmen could bear it no longer. The Sophs must be taught one more lesson and that must be driven well. So they went out far and near and captured many of the monsters, bound them and cast them into a barred prison. Then for a terrible example to all who might behold, they bore them in holy derision up and down the highways to the blare of brazen trumpets and the beat of drums, while crowds were sintering the "Great Event." It was the final triumph. Freshmen brains had silenced Sophomore boasts.

When the end of the first Semester came the Freshmen chose new leaders. McCormick was made second chief champion and to guard their treasure they chose a youth of great nerve. His name was Booth.

The Freshmen still dwell near the temple of learning. In their youth they have proven themselves invincible, but the hey-day of their power is yet to come and some day the world will feel a mighty influence and the Muse of History will write, "1906. A new era has begun."




Rev. S. B. McCormick, President

George Shannon McCune, Principal, English and Greek

Rev. Robert A. Condit, Greek

Alice King, History

Clinton O. Bates, Physics

Stephen W. Stookey, Botany

M. Leeb, French

George W. Bryant, Latin

George Culer Freacker, Philosphy

Bert. H. Bailey, Nature Study

Leroy D. Weld, Geometry

Dorothy Irene Wickersham, Algebra and German

Lola M. Condit, German

Lorette Jesse4 Befechley, English

Eva Frances Whitnell, Latin

Lester A. Williams, Latin

Lulu R. Secrist, Geometry

Mary Josephine Sutherland, English


The history of Coe College is in a large measure the history of Coe Academy. They came into existence at the same time and have grown so closely together these twenty-two years that they can scarcely be thought of as entirely separate institutions. Indeed they are related to each other in such a way that although each is necessary to the other, each preserves its own identity. There are advantages for both, since College students may remove conditions in Greek, Latin, or other subjects, by taking such in Academy classes, while Academy students have the advantages of College influence, Chapel exercises, College lectures, and of the instruction given by the Professors and Instructions of the College Faculty.

Coe Academy occupies in part, a separate building, erected in 1900 and named Marshall Hall, in horror of Dr. Marshall, the second President of the College. The Princeipal’s office is in this building and most of the Academy classes recite here.

The chief purpose of the Academy is to give students a thoroughly preparation for admission to the Freshman class of Coe College. It is the purpose of the Principal and the Instructors to help the student by warm personal interest to discover the noble and right conceptions of life and its possibilities, and to help the student to realize the best that is possible. More than half the value of an education lies in what a man discovers, not about books, but about himself.

Each student, completing the required work in any one of the three courses provide in the Academy – Classical, Philosophical, or Scientific, is given a certificate of graduation. This will admit him to the Freshman class of Coe or any other College.

The three classes have their separate organizations, and in many ways class spirit manifests itself.

Academy Classes

Third Year

Marshall E. Clark, President
Gertrude Hormel, Secretary

Colors: Red and Green

Yell: Hoyah! Hoyah! Hoya Ha!

Kala Kalik! Kaza Kazik!

Rickety! Rickety! Ho! Je! He!

Coe Academy! 1903!

Second Year

H. Clyde Eckels, President
Amy Moore, Secretary

Colors: Yellow and White

Yell: Rah! Rah! Rah!

Sis! Boom! Roar!

‘Cademy! "Cademy!


First Year

Frederick W. Mahlke, President
Alice R. Wingert, Secretary

Colors: Green and Orange

Yell: Un-chow! Un-chow!

Un-chitty! Un-chow!

Boom-a-laka! Boom-a-laka!





Davida McCaslin, President
Florence Goodyear, Vice-President
Maud Ensign, Secretary

Mae Wolf, Corresponding Secretary

Lulu Secrist, Treasurer

Louise Smith, Critic

Bernice Toms, Tax Collector

Florence Penfield, Mabel Giberson, Jennie Solomon, Curators

Roll Call

Christine McCaslin, Elizabeth Knox, Elioise Raymond, Eva Whitnell, Bertha Sargent, Josephine Sutherland, Nellie Robinson, Mary Deacon, Louise Smith, Davida McCaslin, Lula Secrist, Florence Goodyear, Byrd Jones, Maud Ensign, Lu Crum, Lucile Wycoff, Bernice Toms, Grace Jamison, Esther Olmstead, Roslyn Steinke, Clara Kocher, May Smith, Irene Rogers, Crete Purmort, Jane Stevenson, Mae Wolfe, Jennie Roberson, Ella Humble, Florence Penfield, Blanche Noble