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Title: Purdue debris
Year: 1904 (1900s)
Authors: Purdue University
Subjects: Purdue University College yearbooks -- Indiana West Lafayette Universities and colleges -- Indiana West Lafayette Periodicals
Publisher: Lafayette, Ind. : Senior Class of Purdue University
Contributing Library: Allen County Public Library Genealogy Center
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ides being President of hisClass, he was a member of Tau Beta Pi, Carzeuran, and other honor-ary organizations. In 1902, he went to China on a special mission ofScience, as a lecturer to the Literati and officials of China. His workwas unique in that he introduced Science to gain the attention and con-fidence of the Chinese people, which confidence has since been shownby the Chinese Government in their dealings with our nation. Dur-ing the birth of the Chinese Republican Government, Big Robbiewas appointed one of the three Americans, chosen to advise the Gov-ernment. Today, Big Robbie heads a group of American lecturers, who arebacked by a yearly appropriation of $.500,000.00 from the NationalY. M. C. A., who are traveling over China educating the people andbringing before them the possibilities of the new civilization. In BigRobbie. Purdue has a representative in the great work of awakeninga nation, a representative of whom every Purdue student is justlyproud. Four Hunilrwl Sixteen 1
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THE LITTLE RED GOD CALLED RAZZ. HERES a red hot song to the God of Razz,Who roams the town and the campus paths;The little Red God with a mood like fire;— On high and lowly he spills his ire.His crest is a berry thats black as night; Its red when its green—and it takes delightIn pricking our fingers until they bleed, Because we were foolish or didnt take heed.He is booted and spurred and ready to ride.And his steed is a chafing, gossiping tide.His wit may be poor but his tongue is sharp.For he never expects to be playing a harp.And the stuff he spills, and the line he throws. And the laughing jibes, and the smarting blows,Are partly truth, but mixed with fiction; (Though he doesnt intend to stir up friction).He is neither a fool with a smirking smile. Nor a cringing beast with a look of guile.He wears no armor, he grinds no axe, He makes no bones at covering tracks.He tells us all with a grin of mirth Just what our work and our play is worth.He is keen and subtle—or harsh and gr

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