Greensboro College - Echo Yearbook (Greensboro, NC)

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The Echo Staff Ruth Davis Margaret Nfal Bailey Webb Mary Nelson Hoyle Martha Lytch Virginia Peyatt Mary Elizabeth Morecock Louise Efird Annabelle Hicks Eula Vaughn Frances Martin Ruth Clark Imogene Boyles Margaret Williams Annie Mae Williams Sue Flemming Thompson Tommy Louise Mitchell Eva Mae Lassiter Inez Kelly Editor-in-Chief Business Manager Assistant Editor Assistant Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Assistant Business Manager Literary Editor Literary Editor Literary Editor Art Editor Assistant Art Editor Photographic Editor Dramatic Editor Athletic Editor Music Editor Humor Editor Snapshot Editor Snapshot Editor Typist

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The Echo Ruth Davis Editor-in-Chief Margaret Neal Business Manager THE Echo attempts to picture life at G. C. as it is: to picture it in such a way that in years to come when eyes and cheeks are faded, when all that remains for us of these happy days is a loving memory, when we. too, have become the G. C. girl of yesterday, THE Echo will remain one of our most valued possessions.

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Class Poem Ah! Time, how very fast you fly — You ' re far too quick for mortal eye. Our mem ' ries you will e ' er defy. And race us so we stop to sigh. Yet. bear with us and do not fail While we go back down Mem ' ries Trail. ' Twas only four short years ago. Yet years in which destiny lay. We woke and wished for morning ' s glow. But no glow would we see that day. For a dense fog lay all about. Obscured from sight all things without. Despite the fog we could not stay; On our journey we must set out. We labored, toiled: rough was the way Being blinded by fogs about. Though loudly we for help did cry. None came on which we could rely. The road, though treacherous and rough. We plodded on and on our way. And now the mist had cleared enough So we could see ' twas near mid-day. There, lo! so much to our delight The second mile post passed from sight. This gave us hope and courage strong. And hard worked we while it was light, With quickened paces went along. Too soon would fall the shades of night. Still on we trudged with heavy load Thus passed the third mile of the road. Through this the last mile of the way. Our spirits were run high with pride. With raptured hearts at close of day We glimpsed the portals opened wide. Illumined by the sun ' s last beam, Till stars sent forth a welcome gleam. Too soon the stars were hid from sight By blackest clouds dimming the light. I ell. then, were we in depths of night With naught to lead our sicps aright, Till comes a new day giving hope. As all must seek a wider scope. I bus pass we on from races run. To find Life ' s race had scarce begun — Linda Womble. ' 32.