Fairmont State University - Mound Yearbook (Fairmont, WV)

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Ethel Ice, a. b. C7ass Adviser and Dean of Women. SENIOR ACADEMIC CLASS POEM Come join hands and sing with me The praises of the best of classes, Which is composed of just one boy And five bright, jolly, happy lasses. Tho we are few in number I ' m sure you will agree There never was a better class, And few as fine as we. We go about our work each day With a quiet determination That we will always do our best And try to shun temptation. And when the time has come, at last. When here our work is ended, Sadness, pride, and happiness In our hearts will all be blended. For we have loved our dear old school — Yes, we have loved it dearly — And when we turn our faces hence You ' ll see our grief clearly. But we ' ll not grieve so very long, For life is not for grieving ; But rather making others glad. True joy in turn receiving. And could it be that we should fail With such a happy creed? No, I am sure you all will see That in each deed we will succeed. Ruth Muscrove, ' 19. Sevenieei