East Tennessee State University - Buccaneer Yearbook (Johnson City, TN)

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An Evening with the Poets It was a cold bleak day in November, I sat all alone in my room; Watching the last fading ember Vainly trying to enliven the gloom. The sun in the west was fast sinking The clouds glided over the sky. The fowls from the cold blasts were shrinking, The wind in the trees heaved a sigh. Yet deep in my heart there was brightness; Within my soul was good cheer. The very essence of lightness Seemed to pause and to linger here. From out the silence sweet voices Speaking great truths I could hear, Within the Charmed Cadence of noises Thought seemed to have anchored there. I stood in a concourse of sages, Honored names in the annals of man, Reflecting the thought of the ages Since time and the world began. Prophets, foretelling the progress of thought; Reformers and teachers of every realm, Paving the way for what science has wrought— Poets, Captains, guiding life from its helm. Poets, whose verses sparkle and gleam With gems of thought, those jewels rare. Poets, whose melody flows from a dream As rose fragrance drifts into the air. One had a message, a lovely refrain, Like the wind singing over the sea; A message of love, which in nature had lain Till he grasped it and kept it for me. One spoke of courage, a manly trait; He sang of its need in this world. One told of the joys that for us wait Till the flag of peace is unfurled. One there was, spoke in a homelier tone, Of the rural life, the beauties there found. Taught honest truths, crowned right on its throne, Gave a thought for a day, the whole year round. One delved into classical myths of yore, Cursed tyranny, injustice, force. Gave me a world, ruled by wisdom’s lore, Showed me Christ, Price of Love, as the source. At length the sweet legends blended, No poet’s thought was his own. All in one great message had ended— A challenge! then left me alone. —Una Harris.

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DID I Icfeotp Stumbling Blocks S —stands for social rules and our subservience T—stands for tests which cause such a disturbance U —for our “Uncle Sid,” long may he rule us M —stands for methods and teaching for practice B —stands for blameless behavior as teachers L —for longitudinal lectures by preachers I—for instructors inflicting instruction N —stands for notebooks, our greatest obstruction G —stands for Gym and great soreness all over B —stands for bankruptcy always before us L- —stands for library, cause to say “poor us” O—stands for office and interviews awesome C—stands for cramming done ever so often K—for the knowledge for which we are seeking S —the poor student who must do this speaking -—Agnes Phelan. Page Twenty-si