University of Mississippi - Ole Miss Yearbook (Oxford, MS)

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0 to AF' .c Q- Tlze Essayisi. Aflez K. G. 6P.'s 'Uampira ALSPlllfPl' there waszwho once could w1'itc- Oh, the things he said and the things he 1-earl, fEvcn as you:and2I.j And the hest of hm-ad and inincl Pencil and paper were all he 1'4?qlllI'Qd, Then hr-:could writezas if inspired. Q Not so with you and I,j The essay he wrote, and though he cried fEven as you and Ij When he sent it in he said with pride- Though, as he spoke, we knew he lied- U I don't care, for I haven't tried. tNot so with you and IQ He gave to the essay he thought he could write But now hc knows hc never could write, And he can not he l'I,'Slglll'l'i. But a youth inust write though thc strain hc ffrcat, QEven as you and I ij And his Senior essay must, he up to date 01' hc won't he allowed tu graduate, For the Faculty lllllStll't hc asked to wait. fNot so with you and I.j T' Oh, all that he thought and all that he wrought, And the various things he SCilClllQd-- These belong to the days when he tried to w rite, Pitiful days when he thought he could write- But now he knows he dreained. I I And it isn't. thc failing and his fond hope paling That stings like the vaccines dart- lt 's the money he gave to have it type-written, The coin he wasted to have it. type-written, That pains the youthle-t's heart.

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EUGENE CAMPBELL, B Assistant in Chemistry W. 0. PRUITT, B. P Fellow in Mathematics. M. G. FULTON, B. P Fellow in English. DR. J. G DEUPREIL Secretary ofthe Faculty E. F. RIVERS Proctor MRS. L M HUNT Lmbrarlan HARRY R FULTON, B A Secretary to Chancellor r at

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He is going, fast he going, F rom the old-time cabin door, And the places now that know him Will see him soon no more, Aye, the uncle and the Uaunty With the by-goncs soon will be, And no more of H Mars H and H M issus Will there come to you and me. No more the crooning HIIl2lllN'l1y,H Softly swaying to and fro, With her love unchanged, enduring, Will the Southland's wee ones know, No more the careless sing-song, In a measure quaint and droll, Will o'erflow from hearts so happy Till of music seemed their soul. No more that admiration And that dark:-y-pride so great, In all of good or grandeur, On his mastn-r's vast estate, Nor that faithful, fond devotion To the household on the hili, For the trusty, old-time darkey Had no equal-nor e'er will. The Old-'Ume Dazkey. No more that joy the wildest That a rustic race e'er knew, When the Christmas feasts were ready And, that day, no Work to dog Or the marriage of U young missus To some magnate of the land, When the darkey shared the glory Of the fairest of that band. No more that grief profoundest When old Mars or U Missus died, Or the idol of the the H great house Was lowered by their side 5 For the darkey mourned as truly For the master, and his kind, As the faithful, in the annals Of grief, we ever find. And to me one good old U aunty Still is spared, tho' short her day And I oft in silence wonder At her dear, old darkey waysg Sv And when sadness comes, or sorrow, Other friends may faint and fall But U black aunty never falters- She is faithful thro' it all. I2 With a heart surcharged with sadness Do I watch them pass away, For the Old South with them endeth, And the New assumes its sway,- With the passing of the darkey Of that goodly golden time, So passeth out forever One more epoch of our clime. J osm Fimz mc CAP1-Lmian.