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

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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.

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LET’S SAY IT NOW. Often when the sky is dreary, Often when the heart is weary, We could say some cheering word that would perhaps make bright an eye; We could make the day seem brighter, We could make the heart grow lighter, Many heart-strings that were tighter, We could loosen if we’d try, We could do it if we’d try. We could share each others sorrow, We could brighten each tomorrow, We could help a weary brother lift the leaden load of care; We could leave harsh words unspoken, Give a smile instead as token, That the friendly ties unbroken, Cause each of them to share Burdens others seem to bear. There is always someone near us, Always someone who will hear us, If our motto is to scatter happiness where ’er we go; E ’en those who dwell in sunny bowers, Those who are the brightest flowers, Those who look from highest towers, Welcome cheering words we know, Follow paths where sunrays glow. Let us then stop quick and listen, Do not wait to see the glisten Of an eye that’s lost its sparkle by the falling Do not wait until you wander, Far away sometime off yonder, On this thought now let us ponder. Why not say some word that cheers? Let’s not wait till future years, Let’s say it now. —Fannie L. Smith, ’23.