Columbia College - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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1' GYPSY IIALTINVANGERZ U If my hair and brain Should change places Bald-headed I would be. KooT BRADDY: Man delights not mcg nor woman, neitherfl MARGo COX: I could lie down like a tired child. HREDI' NICHOLS: And gentle dullness ever loves at joke. UPEKIEU MCCOIJLOUGHZ Uncertain, coy, and hard to please. TRUDE DAv1S: Very like a whale. USKINNYH DUKES: As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean. HAUNTH GRIFFVPH: And learn the luxury of doing good. HOLD BIAIDU ELLEN: 'KA wee, snmll voice. uc-iOODYH DAVIS: What thou art we know notf' USAMH MERCHANT: Without a grave, un- coffined and unknown. HC. O. D. DUBOSE: Life's a jest, and all things Show itg I thought so once, and now I know it. USMARTYH BIURCHISONZ I awoke one morning and found myself famous. U B'LAZY I' FLYNN: I was made for something greater, nevertheless, I will continue the fight. SUG SULLWAN: I am not in the role of eonnnon main. AU REVOIR 'But when ai erony takes your liund In farewell to address you, He drops all foreign lingo and Simply says, God bless you. l J' 6:37 X

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THE S TIN CIN G NE TTLE HOU naughty little springtime flower, Here blooming with such ineeknessg Who charniest us with modest grace, Deceiving us with sweetness- When we with loving, trusting hearts lVould clasp thee but to kiss thee, Why dost thou pain the tender lips That ask but to caress thee? Thou teasing, dainty, treacherous Ilow'1', Thou starry, fair pretender, Dost thou thus mean to cruelly teach A That, whether rude or tender, The wooing touch of sinful man YVould sadly taint, pollute thee? That thou art queen, that he must bow, And with his eyes salute thee? '11 76 K K i

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hlARYH GREEN: The woman ol' wisdom the woumn of years. CLARISSA 'I GILMORE: ,'IYhere is the man who has the power and skill To stem the torrent of a XVOIIIII-ll,S willg For if She will, she will: and if she won't, she won't.'l V MARY JAeksON: Great wits jnmpf' MISS COLSON: A laboratory! A laboratory! My kingdom for a laboratory. BOB MANNING: Thou art powerless, for knowledge is power. HLONGH ZIMMERMAN: I was not born for courts, or great affairs, I pay my debts, believe and say my prayers . NORA SPIERS: O bed, O bed, delicious bed! That heaven upon earth for the weary head. ' SMILEY h'lClX'IICHAEI.Z Thinking is but an idle waste of thought, And naught is everything, and every- thing is naught. SOPHOMORE: I know too much already. SPRUOE SIMMONS: Laugh, and be fatf J ULITTLEH ARIAIL: Anything that wants firmness or solidityf' UMIAINH WILLIAMS: Resolved to ruin or rule the State. PROF. UTERMOEHLEN: Most still, most secret, and most grave, a whimsical fellow. PEGGIE TONVNSENDZ As headstrong as an allegory on the banks of the Nile. SALLIE NICCAINZ t'Sigh no Inore, ladies, Sigh no more, Men were deceivers ever. HBIRDU BYRD: Let me not burst in igno- SENIOR CLASS! And some are in ui lar count1'ee, And some are all restlessly at home, But never more, ah, never more, we Shall meet to revel and to roam! ROSA BAILEY: Give every man thy ear, but few thy voicef' HJOHNSON BRADDY: The cat will mew, and the dog will have his day. Q.UAcK FRASER: 'iAnd ever foremost in a tongue debatef' NOAII fthe cookj: No Il'1Ol'G 'biSkit. ' SOLOMON REDMON: Blessings on him who invented sleep, the mantle that covers all human thoughtsf' I'IUGH SMITH: The sublime and the ridicu- lous are so often so nearly related that it is difficult to class them separately. HBISHOPH STAOKLEY: Who thinks too little, who talks too much. DR. PEELE: You may take that for what it is worth. BIG ARIAIL: Hang sorrow! Care will kill a cat, Therefore let'S be merry. PROv1E', GRAHAM: Sighed, and looked unutterable things. HSAGH RICHARDSON: She was worse than a crime, she was a blunder. HTEDDYE LEED COWARD: I own a mule. 1t's the first mule I ever had, and will be the last one-my mind is my mule. PHYSICS: The origin and commencement of our grief. KATHERINE CROSS: It is so soon I am done for I wonder what I was begun for. ll BETH GIBSON: For woman is a giddy tlIing,,and this is Iny conclusion- OLLA SPROTT: There'S Something in a flying horse, rancef' There'S something in a huge balloon.