| Show STUDENT LIFE A good bluff is all right but sometimes tlie bluffer is caught at his own game The following little clipping was taken from one of our best exchanges Suppose you substitute “A C U” for the word “Washington” and see if the cap fits : football record ? "'greater than tiiou “There is no spirit more out of college life than the There ‘greater than thou’ spirit is no real growth in power and character which is not accompanied A knowledge of any by humility place in individual or organization’s high standing makes possible the complete repudiation of all littleness and narrowness “The ‘greater than thou’ spirit says : ‘I am a big It therefore let all ethers keep silent or ‘we are the crowd no good thing can be Sometimes it found elsewhere’ ‘It (or we) must always says : lead Others will be asked to follow Anv attempt to reverse this order will make me (or us) very sore’ “There is only one spirit to be tolerated in a healthy college atmosphere That spirit asks : “How can I (or we) best serve Washington? To what she asks I (or we) will lnimhlv yet enthusiastically respond Giving others credit for like sincerity regardless of what they do I (or we) will stand committed for what seems best for Washington” G7 “This last spirit is patriotism The other is littleness’ The last spirit springs only from large hearts and unprejudiced minds The other is born of conceit and suspi- ‘pig-head- ed cion Our editor El Peterson has at last a romance We always thought better of Pete the fact is we gave him credit for possessing more tact than to get mixed His friends up in such a trifle have commemorated his actions with a beautiful little ode entitled : ex-associ- ate La lie Bonneville’s Lass (Tune: “Navajo”) i Up ’midst the strata of Lake Bonneville There rode an Indian maid Her eyes with deep deep thoughts his soul did fill For they with love were lade When she rode by the twinkle of her eye Made all the world look bright There in the silvery glow of the sky O’erwhelmed him with delight And when she dropped her comb Pete butted in and won a home Chorus — Angel ! Angel ! Angel of light Eyes that are liquid dusky as night Teeth so pearly lips soft with dew Soul that is ever true |
