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Show COLLEGIATE LIFE <br><br> "Hide Your Hammer" <br> At present our institution is at a critical point in its useful career. By "critical point" we do not mean that a diagnosis by an educational physician would result in the judgment that the internal organs of the institution were sluggish in their workings, or that the thermometer would indicate an abnormal fever temperature; but we do mean that the school is now at the place in its long experience that added impetus and strong united effort, expended with earnestness and sobriety, will count definitely in keeping up a wholesome school spirit, as well in giving Collegiate a boost as it goes from narrow, circumscribed conditions to the broad, spacious and attractive site of the new home; from the cramped, undesirable surroundings at the heart of town to the new, pure environment on the southeast bench. <br> As we make this decided change for the better, let us leave the unattractive, unreal things at the old location. If we have been kickers, let us change our methods, and, in terms of the gridiron, join in the punt with our strongest punting toe, and go into the game in our best form. Instead of kicking, boost. If we have been knockers whenever it has been possible or convenient, let us try to carry out a different principle, and keep our little knocking machines concealed. <br> Anonymous. <br> The way to make an opportunity great is to get hold of it and push it. <br> THE HOMES OF THE COLLEGIATE BOYS <br><br> The sale of the Boys' building to the Knights of Pythias has necessitated finding a temporary abiding place for the boys. This move suggests to our minds a brief review of the various chances and mischances that have befallen the collegiate boys. <br> There are probably some of the Alumni whose memories go back further than that of the present writer, and who could tell of the history of the boys in days that to us are only traditions. My own knowledge begins with the fact that the present Girls' building was begun in 1894, as a home for the boys. <br> For a short time they lived in well heated and well lighted rooms; the sacred precincts that now know no sound save girlish voices and an occasional feminine shriek, must have echoed then with the laughter of the boys, and the popular songs of the day in bass and tenor tones. It is a little hard to imagine, but we need not linger over the thought; the time soon came when they were turned out into the world again. <br> For various reasons it seemed best to let the boys moved into the old building, and let the girls live here. The boys gallantly surrendered their home to the girls, and went across the way, to what even then must have seemed a gloomy old building. <br> What vicissitudes the boys have experienced since then! There was once a time when there was a furnace over there, which was supposed to heat the building. It certainly was heated at times; it was easy to get it red hot, and more than once it seemed likely that the building would be a sacrifice to the zeal of the furnace boy. At other times it refused entirely to respond to his efforts, and for a few days there would be no heat at all. The old furnace was at last given an honorable discharge, and stoves were installed in the rooms instead. Of course this change did not greatly lessen the danger from fire. <br> One fall there was a big wind storm, when ever the larger building trembled and shook, and we listened all night, expecting to hear a crash which would tell us that the old building had fallen. But the crash didn't come, and it wasn't necessary to go out in the morning, and dig the boys out from under the bricks and plaster. The old building must have been well built, after all. <br> The building grew older as all things will, and in the summer of 1909 the city building inspector mildly, but firmly suggested hat at least the old adobe part did not fulfill his ideas of architectural fitness, and he would like us to <br> [Continues on next page] <br><br> |
