When the new Ag. hall was on the way
We Seniors met one autumn day.
We wanted a class stone, wanted it bad --
We'd have it too, if 'twas to be had.
The prex said we could and signed his name,
The contractor and regents did the same;
We chose the ivy for the design,
The work was started; our spirits were fine.
But alas! alas! that Junior class
Decided that this would never pass.
They had a committee to do the deed
In dead of night with greatest speed.
From the marble works our stone they stole,
And hauled it off to a great big hole
Some distance away, a barn inside,
And six feet deep their deed to hide.
But murder will out, and early next morn
The Seniors distracted, dishevelled and torn
Rushed all over town the night-watch to see,
And following tracks where the stone might be.
At last to the river--the muddy Blue!
Some tracks they followed--they had the clew!
The day was Sunday. That night from church
Three Seniors stole out, the river to search.
Through torrents of rain, in a leaky boat,
With a ten-foot pole on the river afloat,
Derr, Hanson and Bliss fished all that night;
But the clue was false, no stone came in sight.
But we went to a lawyer with our case,
Who said the penitentiary is the place
For Junior boys who would break a lock
And steal the stone from Mr. Paddock.
The Juniors were scared, and their lives to save
They took the whole crowd to the poor stone's grave.
The voice of the rain on the roof o'erhead
Sang a dirge for the treasure, cold and dead.
The Juniors got shovels and dug and toild
The stone to lift out, but their hopes were foiled.
The stone was too heavy, it wouldn't come;
They broke it in two, and then went home.
They got it out with a derrick next day,
But as it was broken 'twas thrown away.
Thus ended the life of stone number one;
It had played its part; its acting was done.
The class meetings then were long and loud,
We Seniors were scornful, the Juniors proud.
But the Juniors were sad another day
When thirty dollars they had to pay.
We placed a new stone near the new Ag. hall,
Our Senior boys guarded through rain and all.
The darkness was heavy and packed in tight,
But as Juniors were near they had no light.
They took turns for sleep in the lumber shed,
Their feet in the rain from the eaves o'erhead.
For two nights they watched and their eyes grew dim,
and their forms grew gaunt and long and slim.
The third night came. Down Lovers' Lane
Some Juniors were seen, and 'twas very plain
That mischief was brewing, so Green and Mac
Got Lawry and Bliss and they hurried back
To guard the treasure, as dusk came on,
And Lawry and Bliss were there alone,
And Green and McKee were on the way,
The Juniors swooped down! and their might held sway.
They captured Lawry and put Bliss to flight,
He fell on some boards and gave them a fright.
With a big sledge-hammer they broke the stone
and smeared it with tar, and the deed was done.
A signal was heard from the Seniors brave;
The Juniors scattered there lives to save.
The Seniors rushed up a moment too late
and the tar gave to Derr the mark of fate.
The class meetings then were long and lound;
The Seniors were angry, the Juionors proud.
The faculty then took up the case
And the Juniors tears 'most flooded the place,
When they heard of suspension for the deed,
But Fourth-years stepped up, their case to plead.
So the faculty said they must be good,
And the Third-years wept and promised they would.
One day an excursion train went through,
The students went with it, the sights to "do."
And the third class sonte for the new Ag. hall
Went up that day to its niche in the wall.
And there 'twill remain till time grows old,
Our white stone tinged by the sunset gold.
And there as it rests, reposing in state,
It tells of the naughty-naughts, good and great.
"To the Stars Through Difficulties."
By Maude Currie
(From The Sledge, 1900 class book)