The Weber Literary Journal Unbound Blanche Kendall McKey The grey hills, green when spring danced fair, Sweep bare to the leaden sky; The stricken leaves fall one by one, They are old, the leaves and I. Yet in my heart is as valiant a song As resolute youth carolled free A song of praise to the Maker of men Seen only by Infinity. So long hast thou lain with silent lips, O love, most dear! So long hast thou breathed eternal spring Untinged by the dying year. Man circles his globe with a magic thread, And there must his power die; But the song in my heart, O Maker of Love, Fleet-winged, reaches the sky! 6 The Weber Literary Journal Toast to the Faculty Ralph Flygare WHAT an opportunity! Many things are said around the festive board which at any other time might give cause for a suit for libel. On such an occasion as this, however, one can relieve oneself of many pent-up bits of raillery without causing too much personal displeasure. "Faculty!" What a word! Who knows another so all inclusive? What other can be imagined which can cover such a range of human activities and such a varied group of inhuman characters? Aside from some term of biological classification I can conceive of no word that can be stretched to include the various types of animal life that the word "faculty" covers like a blanket. Imagine, if you can, the person to whom the word "faculty" is to be denned by an actual exhibition of specimens from our own school. We lead this poor, unschooled barbarian into Doctor Lind's laboratory. "Here," we say, "is a member of our faculty." "Oh yes," he answers. "A member of the faculty is a man who wears glasses for the purpose of getting his daily setting up exercise. See, he swings them from hand to nose and back to hand again with all the dexterity of a vaudeville entertainer who juggles glasses for a restricted and juvenile audience." And does that define him? No he is something more. See, he plays with liquids in slender glass vials. He is a magician of colors and a fabricator of irregular odors. Here already we have used a hundred words or more to describe only a part of what the word "faculty" can mean when demonstrated by only one man. We lead our stranger to faculties into Miss Oberhansly's room. We bow an introduction "A member of our faculty." We see the startled shifting of eye that indicates confusion of the mental process. We see the unknown asking himself for points of similarity that could justify such an upsetting of 7