The following student written poetic spoof appeared in
the 1904 Pikes Peak Nugget and is indicative of the central role
Cajori played in the fabric of the college.
|The sun was shining on the scene,|
Shining with all his might,
He did his very best to get
The picture "took" just right,
And give to all who view this page
A vision of delight.
|The Camel and the Mathman once|
Went walking, as we read;
They wept like anything to see
Such woeful lack of shpeed.
"If we could set the pace," said they,
"It would be swift, indeed!"
|"O Shtudents, come an walk with us -"|
The Mathman did entreat,
"A little test, a little flunk,
Is surely quite a treat;
Each year we find a few who wish
Such pleasure to repeat!"
|The wary Senior looked at him,|
But never a word he said.
The sad-faced Junior winked his eye,
The Sophie shook his head -:
Meaning to say, they did not choose
To take that walk so dread.
|But all the Freshmen hurried up,|
Quite eager for the run,
Their books were new, their pencils sharp,
Their hearts so light for fun!
And that was odd, because, you see,
They should have weighed a ton.
|The Camel and the Matheman now|
Walked on a week or so,
And then they rested on a desk
And all the little Freshies sat
And waited, in a row.
|"The time has come," the Mathman said,|
"To talk of many things:
Quadratics, Series infinite;
And roots and factorings
And where the nth. term keeps itself,
And whether 'logs' have wings."
|"But wait a bit!" the Freshman cried,|
"Before you start such trains,
For some of us are very slow,
And none have mammoth brains -."
"No hurry," said the Camel kind -
They thanked him for his pains.
|"A blackboard smooth," the Mathman said,|
Is what we chiefly need,
Chalk and erasers, too, I find,
Are very good indeed, -
Now if you're ready, Freshman dear,
We'll try to get more shpeed!"
|"But where's our fun?" the Greshies cried,|
Feeling a little blue;
"After such kindness, this is sure
A dismal thing to do!"
The Mathman uttered nothing but -,
"This afternoon at two!"
|"It's rather mean," the Camel said|
"To play them such a trick,
After we've brought them on so far
And piled their work so thick."-
The Mathman only smiled. "Each year
We make this walk more quick!"
|"Well, Freshies," said the Mathman then,|
"You've had a pleasant run, -
Shall we stroll on to Higher Math.?"
But answer came there none:
And that was scarcely odd, because
They'd flunked out, every one!