Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1911-06-08

power; the selfish man; and the un-
Just man. All these types must be
avoided and nobler type sought at
ter.
Mr. Davis said in conclusion: But
we must not let the idea of our obli-
cations eclipse the bright prospects
Tor the future. our duty is irksome
| have emphasized our indebtedness
because this phase is sometimes neg
lected. But there is the other side
which furnishes an inviting prospect.
The very expectation of the people
| opens for us Immediately a place in
| the work of the world. We realize that
only by having some altruistie aim. do
we find our true selves and gladly we
accept this challenge to be of SER
vice. Democracy is teaching the
position and dignity of labor. There
is no one among us who, in thinking
of the responsibilities and opportuni-
ties of life, does not experience thrill
of anticipation and eagerness.
We as college students, IL we are
to honestly meet our obligations ano
realize the fun extent of the antici-
pated pleasures of life, should deter
mine to go out into the world with a.
true democratic spirit. with a ready
sympathy for all classes of people and
with a helpful attitude towards all
problems of state. thus meeting the
claims OF our benefactors, society and
the institution of democracy"
Ivy Day Poem.
MISS Abigail kincaid Of South Port
land then delivered the wv Dav
poem as follows
The winds were charged witb .an
~, arms for the middle ages.
The zephyr signs of maidens, the blast of
princes rage.
For the breath of the middle a,es n,os
sword - ~ INC
The peasant left his grazing fiocks to be-
come warriors page
voices of infinite science sNeen throueb
the world today -
the fragrance of Nav
we Writhe in the dust of knoWIedea a
r., lust that can not be filled
lhat shakes the humblest toiler. ,ehrown
we catch N fragments Of laarniu,r
scarcely a fingers touch. 7'
Might we grip them firm together in an
unfeientiess clutch
no" ,, could ,l we rest in languor. how could
Our minds are tense for strneefa and
rest is hot for such
We pledge not now fantastic vow as
pledged the night of yore
Who. bending low In solemn row with
hand on sword hlt swore,
before no alter women falter taught by
grim tradition -
To east aside Youths happy pride for
black stolen, mate submission.
The faith that loathes word-seeking oaths
That looks from steady eyes
We Keep apart in the silent heart
And laugh at sacrifice.
known. Pe
Let the strength of our bodies too
ifelPp W ,S, US out from the world about
We who aaofing the eagles SOARING
ould lNSe beyond the flight
Would feet the crushing cold. onruslng
Approach of the lone dark night
we Whom the press of the joy and dis
OF the throbbing crowd draws in
Would thriil and glow at the reckless
OF laughter, grief, and sin
)>WhN heed the signs of the old and wise.
Who dread lest the hearts we strain
'Gainst the heavins breast of the great
world pressed
BE ground to naught with pain
Lest we sell our life for useless strife
That leaves no time for quailing
But when Il IS ended, unwept, unfriended
The truth will mock as failing.
Where were the JOY of the conflict If the
risks were smoothed away?
The shame of the losers is glory for
= those en that Ina lose /, the day.
truth will mock at none.
She will not comprehend the toll In her
service done.
But should we hush our desires. our souls
would choke with the madness
| OF the hope, of the longing To win So
we leap to the flight with eladness