Alma Mater (Illinois Sculpture) - Description

Description

The Alma Mater is a patinaed bronze figure of a woman in academic robes. She stands in front of a throne with her arms outstretched in welcome. The attendant figure "Labor" is a male who stands to her (proper) right and wears a blacksmith's apron. At his feet lays a sheaf of papers. The proper left figure "Learning" is a female robed a classical gown with a sun bas-relief on front. Learning and Labor extend their hands in a handshake over the throne. The work stands approximately 13-feet tall. The granite base carries three inscriptions:

  • Front: "ALMA MATER / To thy happy children / of the future / those of the past / send greetings"
  • Left (Green St side): "Given to the university / by the sculptor / the alumni fund / and the senior classes of / 1923, 1924, 1925, 1926, 1927, 1928, 1929."
  • Right (Altgeld side): "Her children arise up and call her Blessed" Proverbs 31-28.

The long flowerbed stretching from the front of the Alma Mater to the corner of Green Street and Wright Street is known as the Alma Mater Plaza.

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