Columbia College - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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To get a partner for her den, Eliz'beth ne'er did try, Now we see her with Sally N. Wife ask anyone, why? Iiut then I may you here mislead, Regarding the term crush. XYith this can teachers deal, indeed, And so each other rush. When -Iennie left Mrs. Ewing here, Miss Sadie B. came in, And soothed in her own ways so clear. And has a true friend lieen. As down the hall Miss Carter Goes Wife also see Miss Scales, Who drives away Miss Carterls woes, And tells her funny tales. Z5 You hear a quick step in the hall, And wonder who is there. Miss Burge is walking with Miss Auld, They are a jolly pair. Behold! who slowly comes forth then? Is this indeed Miss May? And smiling at her side, Mrs. Glenn? . Wfell I declare! you say. Perhaps their sizes explain this, Miss Counts does so delight, In this to all her friends dismiss, IVhen comes Miss Owen bright. VVho are these, who block the steps By sitting there an age? Wfhy, don't you know? It is Miss Epps, And with her is Miss Page. Miss Daniel asks Miss Henderson, Have some candy, my dear? She says, Yes, but I can reach none, 'Less you stand on a chairf' At last I hope you understand, This matter to the core, For now I have a tired hand, And so can write no more. fAB. D., '14 FIFTY-SEVEN

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Crashes ' e . t GQ to chapel, and I see EV.. 1 fix . Aj The d1ff'rent crushes there. X ,g if XX'hat is a crush, do you ask me? iii: 'W And why we have them here? U M L3 A Y A ! i l u , XYell first l must tell you the truth- They cannot be explained. Theylll be found where'er there's youth, And are ofttimes but feigned. But l will venture just a few, And look to you for aid, If they my message misconstrue, And on me make a raid. Now who were crushes here this year? XYell now that is quite broad, For while they really might not care. To tell it might be fraud. V The first l noticed they were these, Dear Neta and her Ed. They seemed each other well to please, To others wholly dead. But then I must correct myself, Since they led not the band, For Lula hrst, the little elf, Made Mattieys heart expand. When Carrie Lou came on the scene, Edith felt her heart beat. To win her love she well did mean, For she thought her so sweet. fggffgzllsgiixx QQQWEEEEI W 4- ,pA a....-wg 6 FIF7 YKSIX Of course, when you see Blanchie small Nell you are sure to see, Perhaps not far along the hall, For near to Blanche is she. Now Sadie with her winning ways. Soon captured Gracie C. And ere there had passed many days. Another crush we see. Then lda, in commanding way, Took Gladys to herself. ln spite of what the others say, She put Ed on the shelf.

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Misiry in de finis 3 , get W. INDY, I swan I b'lieve dis here rain is a-gwine to keep up 'tel ledg- ifivsiw ment Day. Dis de fo'th day, an' hit ain't helt up a drap. Ils tired 0' tryin' tg make soggy wood burn, grumbled Pete, as he sat ' against the chimney trying to coax a piece of wet log to burn. 9 'x Q qi I wish t'would stop off, too. You 'n dem children keeps my Ho' tracked up from mornin' 'tel night, and dese here irons-Pete, punch up dat fire-Marse Lewis' shirt ain't gwine to look, fit for noth1n',ef I can't git a hot iron. Hit's a-gwine to git cold fo' mornin , cause de wind s ar-r1s1n an I feel de mis'ry comin' in my j'ints. I becha hit'll be colder 'n Er'bus in de mornin', answered Cindy. Pete continued to punch the fire, mumbling to himself. If the weather wasn't cold, it was rainy. If it was rainy, Capln Lewis would surely make him stack wood under the house, or wash the mud off the carriage wheels. If it was cold, he would have to chop wood from morning until night, in fact, life was a burden to him in every way. He was never allowed to do his own way. As soon as he got a little extra money to go to the store with, on Saturday night, Cindy always took de mis'ry in de j'ints, andihe had to use his .earnings to buy japanese for her, and then, too, Cindy never would let him lighten anybody's chicken-roost. Cindy continued to iron, walking back and forth between the ironing- board and the fire, to swap irons. Night was coming on, and the darkening interior of the cabin was lighted only by the firelight. Cindy's ample figure threw a huge dancing shadow against the opposite wall. A pile of unironed, starched clothes lay on the bed nearest the ironing-board, which was placed with one end on the foot of the bed and the other across a chair-back. Cindy ob- served gloomily the frequent Huttering of the various paper chains and laces that hung across the ceiling and against the wall. She knew that it was caused by the little putfs of wind that sneaked in through cracks. Dis here spell's a-gwine to ketch me widout a drap o' japanese, too, she said. ' Well, Cindy, I ain't got nary nickel -after a little thought- But, Cindy, maybe Cap'n 's got a old hen up to de house dat he might spare us- spare you. You know hit's good for de mis'ry an'- Hit ain't no use to go up dar, Pete. Marse Lewis hisself might give hit to you, but dem boys-dey wouldn't give you nothin' ef you wuz a-dyin'. And dat triflin' Lizzie-she jes' thinks she owns dat house. She struts 'round dat kitchen bigger 'n Missus herself. Hit riles me ever' time I sets foot dar. An' l wma dar longffo' ever she wuz born. An' de way she takes on in meetin', Z1-SCllll'l'Ull as lug as us old 'uns to de front. I tell you I ain't got no time for llCI'Z an you stayrway from her, too, Cindy quarreled, glaring at Pete, who arose troni the chnnney-corner, stifling a chuckle, the first that he had allowed to manifest itself since the rainy weather had begun. I UNC' ,mlllfli Mi5'. Cindy, your old Pete ain't gwine to look at no nigger ,FW WU' QU 1195 H-HWIUQ to glt you a chicken ef 'n he be 'bliged to put h1S igion to sleep a spell. Xe mind, honey, I gwine to Cap'n's in de mornin'. FIFTY-EIGHT