Columbia College - Cayuse Yearbook (Milton, OR)

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Thirty-six A Dream I hear a soft step on the staire- 'Tis only the shadows passing there. I hear the stir of a simple gowne tTis only the leaves as they flutter down. And then a voice sweet and cleare tTis only the passing wind I hear. I feel a warm breath upon my face, But I am alone in this lonely place. At last I thrill to an unseen hand, The pressure of 'which I can understand. And then I know she has come to me, Far away from oter the lea. Doris Alcorn. ,Tis the Way at Old Columbia At 01d Columbia, every morn, You to Chapel must sojourn; You must sit With folded hand If you join our happy hand. Then at night at Rickard 11311, You go to prayer instead of a ball; If your knees get stiff and sore Dontt remarkl-or you wontt say more. Every Sunday at a quarter till ten, You your way to church do wend; If you,re late, well just beware, For you leave Columbia if you don,t take care. Of League and Prayer Meeting I shall say A very little tiny bit, But if you attend them every day, At Columbia youtll make a hit. Frances Compton : 4? f 1'; I J I .3 :g I 1 ii I! tn

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3111 mg assing there. iowna they flutter down, d elem; rind I hear. my face, lonely place. a hand. I can understand. owe to me, 3 lea. Doris Alcorn. y at Old tbia rn, pjourn; Land band. hall. 'ad Of a ball; sore 1 W011 , till tem ch do Wendi 1t Say more. gware, 1 1'1: rakecare. ia if you im V etina I shall sa. 8! Very dilyt 1k9 21 Int. Frances Compton Satutatory lSteering, not Driftingi, Friends, Teachers and Sehoolniates: O the President and the Board of Trust, to the Dean and the teachers of the Columbia Junior College, and to the dear and appreciative friends gather- ed here, I bring the greetings of this cl'assiof 1920. You have all helped us. We thank you. We could not have worked without the proper equipment. The President and the Board have given us that. Our beloved Dean and the teachers under him have been devoted and faithful to their work, tireless in their efforts to help us. Our friends have sympathiz ed with us, have seemed to understand our thoughts, have known what it means to dream, and have always cheered us when we were somewhat discouraged with our school work. Our school- mates are very dear to us. Their companionship will be long remembered by us, their cheerfulnes and their willingness to help cannot be soon forgotten. We must thank our parents also, for it is to them we owe the most. They have made all this possible for us. We, this class of 1920, are standing at the dawn of our day; at the be- ginning of a voyage that will last for half a century, we hope. It is the dawn or the beginning because all the time we have spent in this school has been only for the preparation that will enable us to steer our craft safely and surely to the shore. - Wherever we go we are destined to find things vastly different from the old, happy life here at school. We will find new ideas and opinions, new and broader Views, new ways of doing things, and new people. Some of these things will be in conflict with our own ideas. Are we going to let these encounters with opposing forces set us adrift to be tossed about on the stormy seas of life? No, we will not. We will steer straight through the storm with heads thrown back, a smile on our lips, and the love of battling to win in our hearts. Although we may fail immediately to stop every leak that breaks through the bottom of our brave little craft, we will not give up, will not be content to let the waves toss us about here and the re. As we stand with our feet firmly planted in the stern, we will lift our eyes to the rising sun, and say softly, yet Thirty-seven