Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Ele y (Written after a fiiv. hill.) The fire gong tolls a call which all obey. The sleepy crowd winds slowly down the stairs, Miss Womble downward plods her weary way, Her brain depressed with curlers and with cares. Now trails the last kimono through the hall, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where Miss Wilson lets her anger fall On one who ill her stifled mirth controls. Save where, from yonderbath tub up the stairs, An angry girl doth to Miss Beale explain, That, fire di-ill catching her all unawares, She, m that tub, could not get out agam. Full many a girl, more hurried than serene, Left doors half open to the cold night aii ' . Full many a tardy maid, her room unseen, Did not have time to turn the light on there. The names, the rooms, of those who thus transgressed Miss Wilson asks; then each room passes by, And strews rebukes, with dignity expressed, To ti ' :u)i those slothful miscreants liow to fly. F(ir her wlm, i)itilc.ss of girls in bed. Doth toll that gong, no matter though it ' s late, Of chance by lonely contemplations led. Some kindred spu-it shall inquire her fate. Haply some Peace gu-l, since grown old siiall say, Oft have I seen her after ten o ' clock. Rushing with hasty steps down stairs away, To bang that gong, and make girls thither flock. She now hath p;.-..! fmin llii wurM ' s foils away, By Gabric ' l ' s m.Ic .he -mn- ;. y ynn. m,m-; And when he blow - lii 1 1 unip. ilir ,L;i ' i ' ;it i:i i day. Slu- ' ll wak.- til.- dra.l with that s:imr old fire gong. '

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