Central High School - Cosmos Yearbook (Houston, TX)

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Crockf.tt, Claudf. I dote on his very absence. Crosby, Mattie Grace was in all her steps, heaven in her eyes, In every gesture dignity and love. Crowder, Tom None but himself can be his parallel. Crummy, Lillie May Oh May, sweet voiced one! Cunningham, Olivia I always thought a tinge of blue Improved a charming woman ' s stocking. Curson, Elizabeth My dear one, let us swear an eternal friendship. Danburg, Bertha No beauty is like the beauty of the mind. Danburg, Laura Too fair to worship, too divine to love. Dauterine, Carroll His only labor was to kill the time. Denti.br, George W. A sophistical rhetorician intoxicated with the ex¬ uberance of his own verbosity. De George, Julia To be slow in words is a woman’s only virtue. DeVore, Marion S. Wherever valor true is found True modesty will there abound. Didiot, Bernice To hear her speak, and gently smile, You were in Paradise the while. Dishroon, Wesley Much study hath made him lean And pale and leaden eyed. Dishongh, Dora The music that can deepest reach, And cure all ill, is cordial speech. Dowsett, Juanita “She was a phantom of delight When first she gleamed upon my sight. Dreyling, Blanche Gray T he light upon her face Shines from the windows of another world. Druesdow, Virginia And thy deep eyes amid the gloom Shine like jewels in a shroud.

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Cay wood, William His modesty was such, That one might say (to tell the truth) He rather had too much. Guilders, Dorothy Not all the noblest songs are worth one noble deed. Clark, Fanny Stately and tall she moves in the hall. Clark, Hewitt A little nonsense now and then Is relished by the best of men. Clay, Noima “She walks in beauty like the night, Of cloudless climes and ' starrV ,: kkies. ' ’ : C Cleaves, Wilbur The greatest truths are the simplest, and so are the greatest men. Coles, Rudolph All that was ever joyous and clear and fresh Thy music doth surpass! Collier, Gerald Mark the perfect man and behold the upright. Collier, James A hooded eagle among the blinking owls. Cook, Marian Languor is not in your heart; Weakness is not in your word. Cook, Mary I have a passion for the name of “Mary,” For it has a magic sound to me. Conn, Vivian A thankful heart is not only the greatest virtue, but the parent of all other virtues. Coppen, Marie Seta Her soul seems hovering in her eyes. Cornelius, Annie Is she not more than painting can express Or youthful poets fancy when they love? Cottrill, Ethel Eyes that displace The neighbor diamond, and outface The sunshine by their own sweet grace. Couch, Ruth She moves a goddess, And she loiks a queen Cowan, Lady Gertrude “Come and trip it as you go On the light fantastic toe.” Crapitto, Louis Open my heart and you shall see Graved inside of it, “Italy.”

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Duncan, Dessie Dee Bike to the damask rose you see, Or like the blossom on the ttee. Duncan, Eunice “She has a heart with room for every joy.’’ Dun man, Gladys There is a garden in her face Where roses and white lilies grow. Earnest, Vic Time could not chill him, fortune sway, Nor toil with all its burdens tire. Eastland, Eva Of all the girls that e’er were seen. There’s none as fine as Eva. Eaves, Willie Mae The two noblest of things, which are sweetness and light. Edwards, Maxine Woman’s faith and woman’s trust Write the characters in the dust. Efron, Miriam Harriette She with all the charm of woman, She with all the breadth of man. Elliot, Margaret All the reasonings of men are not worth one senti¬ ment of woman. Elliot, Bernice Catherine Queen rose of the rosebud garden of girls. Everitt, Joseph He know ' s what’s what, and that’s as high As metaphysic wit can fly. Evershade, Fredika A face with gladness overspread; Soft smiles by human kindness bred. Farnsworth, Jessie She in beauty, education, blood, Holds hand with any princess of the world. Farrington, Mina Lee Her step is music and her voice is song. Faulkner, Bonnie A lovely lady garmented in light. Feeney, Lynton The mould is lost wherein was made This a per se of all. Fenner, Viola Margaret V iolet dim. But sweeter than the lids of Juno ' s eyes. Ferguson, Paul F’ew things are impossible to diligence and skill.