Daniel Baker College - The Trail Yearbook (Brownwood, TX)

Page 27 text:

A goode youthe ther was with us in that place That hadde a fyr-reed churbimmes face. Wei loved he coffee, onyons, and eek good, And whan he driken strong wyn, reed as blood, Than wolde he speke no word but Latyne. Y-cleped Harte was this youthe eer syne. Now have I told you shortly in a clause Thestat, tharray, the nombre, and eek the cause Why that assembled was this compaignye In Brownwood, at this leryned collegye, To start ye pilgrymaige. As for eche O’er gladly wolde they lerne, and gladly teche. And when they hadde traveled one yere They y-stopped to reste and find chere At ye Summer’s Inn, and him y-cleped Harte Sought with ye compaignye to part. Then ye compaignye was madde gladde, Whan Ladye Ruth of Bradshaw, who hadde Benethe yere before in anothre bande On a pilgrymaige through ye lande But y-stopped longe ther to reste, Joyned here oure compaignye as our geste, To bigan aneue hir hoyle viage To ye shryne of lernynge, hir pilgrymaige. When than another yere ye compaignye Hadde y-go upon ther journeye, They stopped at ye blithe Inn Ete, Wher re joyned them ye youthe Harte Returned, recently from gay Franse A warrior bolde seen butt att ye glance, Who started first on ye holye tryp, Butt turned asyde ye firste yere to gryp His sworde in ye countries defense, Come now, in grande warre fame intense. Than in pompe of ye hygh magystrayte Came ye Judge Cockrane in grande stayte Also from ye Frensh warres viage, To ende his long y-go pilgrymaige, For like his boone companyon in armes Hadde he far warre left ye holye journeyes. And bye ye compaignye was cleped Judge Thys staytly man that earned Fannie fudge.

Page 26 text:

YE SENYOR PILGRYMAIGE (With apologies to Chawer) Whan on that blithe day in the warm Septembre In Coggin Hall ther forty youthes statyoned were For a pilgrymaige of lernyage to bigan With bokes for yeres to studie an, From hygh schule pilgrymaiges Just returned they, of alle ages, To bigan thys holye foure yeres journynge To the seynted shryne eollegye lernynge. A youthe ther was and that a leryned man They cleped George since that he first bigan To squallen out in earlye infaneye. He loved honour, fredom, and curteisye. And he was late y-come from his viage And wente for to doon thys pilgrymaige. The leader of the bande he was ful soone, Bye daye singynge, by nicht playing a tromboone. Ther was as sollemme as a Prioresse, And she was cleped Madame Besse, A queenlie lasse quite ful semely And Frensh she spak ful faire and fetisly, That of hir smyling was ful simple and coye Hir gretteste ootli was but by Seynt Kirbye. And cleped they one ladye, Marjorye, Who fetched bokes to writ ye historye. Of studie took she most care and most hede Noght o’ word spak she more than was ned?. Of ye compaignye a maid ther bene By alle cleped gay lasse, Norma Lynne. At mete wel y-taught was with-alle, She let no morsel from hir lippes falle. Ne witte hir fingers in hir sauce depe Lest hir flashyng dyamond should not kepe. A mayde ther was of Sherman also, That unto logik hadde lohge y-go, Entuned in hir nose fulssemely Ful wel she song hir praises kenely To hir lover, Fred, a lusty bachelor. And Fern ye compaignye cleped her.

Page 28 text:

The thyrd yere att Yerano Inn Ye pilgryms stopped longe, to beginn Another yere an toward ye shryr.e Of lernynge, ye pilgrymaige divyne. A good wyf came ther bye name of Ruthe And she was somdel meke, and that for truthe, And she was out of alle charitee Journeynge throughe ye Educatyon countree To mak hir vowes att ye holye shryne, And, so, joyned withe us hir carryage fyne, Housboundes at chirche-dore she hadde one. Thys compaignye composed of ye wisely nine, Lerned bonde of students jolly, gaye and fyne, Bigan ye final yere of pilgrymaige With jubylee and eke grete corage. Then on a blithe summer’s daye in June In Coggine Halle Chapel assembled sune Ye Senyor Bande in staytly cappe and gowne, Bifor ye prieste Thompson ye pilgrym bande Receyved ye A. B. degree from his sacred hande. —L. M. P., ’21. We’ve traveled the ocean o’er, We’ve saled from sea to sea, But such a Bande of Senyors We n’er before did see.