Mary Washington College - Battlefield Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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THE BATTLEFIELD The Crazy Old Bell ROM before the break of day Till the lights go out at night, Till the footsteps of Miss Forbes, Which sound so soft and light, Have echoed softly down the halls And we all get out of sight, There ' s one thing that ' s a worry — Normal girls will say I ' m right — It ' s that crazy old bell. No matter if you ' re snoozing; You staid out late at a feast; Perhaps;, you have a test today; Till twelve you studied at least; Long before your eyes can see The day dawn in the East, You can hear the awful clanging. Which you think will never cease. It ' s that crazy old bell. The same thing happens in the morn When you ' re making up your bed ; You hardly have the time to tuck The covers at the head; Your hair has not been combed today. Nor tied your ribbons red. Oh! what do you think mother would say? But the fault, as I have said Is that crazy old bell. The con ' s outweigh the pro ' s ; But there ' s one time, I declare, When, if that bell should wake the dead, I certainly wouldn ' t care ; For dinner is a thing which we Consider is too rare, And even for tough steak and hash, I ' d race you down the stair. Bless that crazy old bell! And that ' s the way it always is ; It keeps us on the go. And if our heads weren ' t on right tight. We ' d lose them all, I know. Won ' t we be glad when every thing Can go along just so, Without a thing to wake us up. And we can be right slow Without that crazy old bell ? 16 Nannie Oliver.

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THE BATTLEFIELD The Battlefield When first this school began to wage Against society ' s foes A war in which all should engage To lessen human woes, Our forty-two of maidens fair, Arrayed for right and truth. Decided it should be their care To help their country ' s youth. So thru that year we bravely fought Toward the goal that we desired. And strove to learn whate ' er was taught, With that ambition fired. But when we pitched our tents once more, Ten comrades were away; The rest made up a steady corps Alert for work and play. And towards our goal we ' ve striven each day As Lee would have us do. We ' ve tried in work and tried in play To our colors to be true. Here where so many men have fought With all their strength and might. Here where our brave forefathers sought To win what they thought right; On this dear spot with mem ' ries filled Of soldiers true and brave; Here where so many men were killed — So many found a grave; Here we have fought our fight as well As those brave men of old; For tho no one by bullet fell, A battle o ' er us rolled. And now at last this war is o ' er, These battles fought and w ' on. And many hearts are sad and sore To think school life is done. We now go to a broader field. The broader field of life. And to its foes we ' 11 never yield, But stiU keep up the strife Against those ancient hated foes. Of ignorance and woe; This is the warfare each one chose; To battle now we go. Those foes are still within our land; Our country needs the brave ; We each have given heart and hand Our nation ' s youth to save. Elsie Coleman.