Columbia College - Columbian Yearbook (Columbia, SC)

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Sunset I HE sun is just above the pinetops. lt casts all over the sky and earth a brilliant light. Every clump of grass and every- tree seem to leap up higher to catch one more ray. The clouds in the east im' M i race over toward the west, as if drawn by an irresistible force. As the sun sinks lower, a strip of gray appears along the eastern horizon, gradually extending toward the north and south and up across the vast dome. The whole western horizon is a sheet of fiery light, and as the sun drops nearer and nearer to the pines, the gray creeps steadily over from the east. A last light reaches a few spots on the grass. These burn awhile, and then we see it only on the treetops, for half of the disc is hidden. A peacefulness is falling around us! The very sounds, or rather the peculiar stillness, warn us that the close of day is here. The sun is gone. All we can see is a glorious train of colors where it was a moment ago. Across the sky a few stray rays still wander and try to pierce the onward-stealing gray, but it is evident that the gray will overwhelm the light, for already even the western light is fading. It is almost like the east, but look! There has suddenly appeared from somewhere a mass of clouds that are gold, red, pink, and purple in turn, the purple merging into blue space. In the east k ern s y, we see for a moment a sheen of gauzy pink dra er that , P Y allows us a glance into the darkness beyond. Our eyes are draw , 8 so beautiful with colors. The colors gone now, it seems as if we might stare through the clear space, and fathom some mysterious secret. In doing this, the o a nearer and more substantial object. Swinging just above the horizon is a thin, pale crescent-the new moon! -R, S., '14 n again toward the west which a moment a o was eyes are startled and drawn t s 2 au.. 'c'. o. o'. M six T Y-FOUR

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Then and Now N days long gone, when springs were baths. Bethsabe's guard forsook herg The King .by ehannce beheld her Charms, He killed Uriah, and took her. A modern lJeauty's lines and Charms Are seen by every peeperg The King will gaze and gaze and laugh. And pay Uriah to keep her. 'i+'i'-I' Tragedy An Opera in Three Acts. Sung in A-minor ACT I--SCENE 1. He thought he would write her a let-a, SCENE 2 He did it, and thought he would get-a. ACT II Her harsh answer broke every fet-a. ACT IH He wished he never had met-a. TXTORAL 1-Never sing A-major emotion in A-minor key. SlXTY'FlVE