Cumberland University - Phoenix Yearbook (Lebanon, TN)

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■ s£ ■iAia . ■ I J li. 3; jvik L£;. U y l v ' ' . ■ ' i VxU l ij-jiJ-C- 1 ■ r D-. ■ i. - « .- 1 MEN S DORMITORY Her canine majesty, ruling in all her glory, confiscated the Universitj ' Press and published the Phoenix on time, an incident without precedent or subsequent, containing the following manifesto: To the Denizens of the Cedars, Wise and Otherwise: Be it known that my three sons, Prince Spiritual, Prince Militaire, and Prince Academique, shall be respected as the rulers in the boundless confines of the domain of her majesty. Queen of Cumberland. And now Prince Spiritual crept cautiously through the mysterious creation with a churchman under his belt, struck the Rock and summoned the embryonic preachers about a wooden cross and opened school. Let us sav: For this warfare train us. Father — God of battles, God of might — That no mists of hell may gather, Darken nor obscure the right. Gird our souls with Thy compassion, Purge our minds with fire divine; Light of Light, the Truth Incarnate, Make our lives and thoughts like Thine. Amen. 13

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PHOENIX 19 2 5 CARUTHERS HALL O Cumberland! Verily thou art Alma Mater! Thou dost unite the visdom and courage of Athena With the love and beaut} ' of Aphrodite. Strong art thou, beautiful and kind. In thy offspring shall the nation be blest; About thy snow-%vhite neck shall hang A string of pearls, immaculate as thou. From adversity ' s sea, recalling to mind Obstacles surpassed, precient of character wrought, O Cumberland, verily thou art Alma Mater! Once upon a time — in the good old days when Bulldogs were tenacious natu ally and not artificially — Red variety migrated southward, crossed the flumen Tennesseemin and camped be- neath the shades of the mighty cedars of old Lebanon. Here, in the virgin forest, the Red Bulldogs assembled and chose for their queen a beast of wondrous beauty and of surpassing sagacity. Her name was Wisdom; her throne a rock. Lord, through this hour be Thou my Guide, For in Thy power I do confide.

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PHOENIX 19 2 5 FIFTY HALL Next came the blare of trumpets and the roll of drums. Prince Militaire, with tattered battle flag, marched at the head of a column of youthful and aspiring soldiers; class call sounded and trouble began. Let us say: God of our fathers, known of old — Lord of our far-flung battle line — Beneath whose awful hand we hold Dominion over palm and pine — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget! Lest we forget! The tumult and the shouting dies — The Captains and Kings depart — Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice. An humble and contrite heart. Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget ! Lest we forget ! Far-called, our navies melt away — On dune and headland sinks the fire — Lo, all our pomp of yesterday Is one with Nineveh and Tyre! Judge of the nations, spare us yet. Lest we forget! Lest we forget! If, drunk with sight of power, we loose Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe- Such boasting as the Gentiles use. Or lesser breeds without the Law — Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet. Lest we forget! Lest we forget! For heathen heart that puts her trust In reeking tube and iron shod — All valiant dust that builds and dost. And guarding calls not Thee to guard. For frantic boast and foolish word. Thy m ercy on Thy people, Lord. Amen. 14