James Madison University - Bluestone Schoolmaam Yearbook (Harrisonburg, VA)

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OIlaBH Pnrm Once again, O Alma Mater, Does a daughter come to ask. For herself thy benediction As she goes to her new task. She would fain stay longer with thee,. But that Duty ' s -oice calls, Go! So she says farewell with sadness. And departs with heaci bowed low. So, goodbye, O Blue Stone buildings. That have housed us all so well ; Keep within your walls the secrets Which, if speaking, you might tell Of the happy hours we ' ve spent here. Of the tears when we ' ve been sad. Of the struggles with our lessons, Of the times when we ' ve been bad. And farewell to you, dear schoolmates; You have been such faithful friends That we feel that Life deals harshly When we know that she intends Us no more to be together, But to go our different ways; So we say, Farewell, dear schoolmates, On this saddest of our days. And to those whose hands have guided Us along the knowledge-path — Each of whom with wisest counsel Many and many a barrier hath Made for us of easy access — Say we now as we depart, Farewell, and we say it sadly, For they ' re dear to every heart. Take our promise, Alma Mater, To remember whose we are; Thy dear name is in our keeping; We shall guard it, though afar; Each will try her very utmost So to act and so to be That the world may say, and truly, She hath honor done to thee!

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JOHN WALTER WAVLAND, JR. Mascot

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fuinr (Ulaaa l tstnrij ERE I to attempt to write a complete history of the Class of 1913, following Doctor Wayland ' s suggestion, my first work would be to consult the diaries and letters of those few of t)ur hand who entered the school in September, 1909. But I am reminded that former historians, since they li ' ed through this memorable year themseK ' cs, have covered this field. My task, then, will be to give a history of our labors and pleasures since that bright September day in 1910 when my program-card, mystery of mysteries, was made out, along with those of my forty-five Sophomore class-mates. The misery and the doubt that harass those who pursue the pathway of the 47 s and 48 ' s is a present fact, and history is a record of past events. We became Juniors; yet alas, as we looked around us, only a third had returned. The others were putting to the test the methods and ideas acquired during the previous year, (jladly we welcomed and soon learned to know and to lo -e many new companions of the classroom and of the joyous home box. f i] ,ij winter passed away; then the Seniors planted a tree, and we knew, indeed, that we were Juniors. June came, and we noted with watchful eyes — for a year hence we must do these things — how the bonfire was lighted; how the Princess fought and yielded; how the Seniors snatched one last basketball game; how in gala dresses they left the President ' s reception for the Alumna? banquet; how with slow steps they wound their way over the nature-set stage and bequeathed to us many things. Lastly, we observed the ease with which they took their hard-earned diplomas. Again the mail brings us purple and gold badges, and once more we are back. P. T. loomed large on many a program-card. Officers were chosen, senior pri ' ileges granted, and then, when the holidays were at hand, we sang our Christmas carols. Two of our instruc-