Hollins University - Spinster Yearbook (Roanoke, VA)

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If ANNA WATKINS. . ...... . . . . . .South Carolina Literary Degreeg Secretary Euzeliang South Carolina Clubg Associate Editor Qzzaricrbf. In the spring fha young man's fancy Lightly turns to thoughts of -Nancy. LYDIA XVILIIITE. . . . . .... . . . .South Carolina Classical Degreeg Vice-President Euzelian Open Meet' ingg South Carolina Club g 'l' M. L' Such joy ambition Finds. hlixiw XVORTI-IAM. . . ....i........ . .Texas Literary Degreeg President liuepian Lee liveningg K Ag Texas Club: President Athletic Association: Yem- asseeg O. O. O. The glass of fashion and the l1l0llld0ffOl'lll.u XA L L e I . A 30

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HAI.LIE PATTERSON . . . .Virginia Literary Degree. She sighed and looked unutterable things -at Sinn Lee. Brassua RANIJOLPI-1 . . . . . .......... Virginia Literary Degreeg Euzelian 3 Historian Class 'o5. Wlience is thy learning? Hath thy toil O'er books consumed the midnight oil? ULIVE SKEGGS . ..... . ...... ..... A Iabama A. 13.5 Euepiang Alabama Clubg K. K. K. I'l1rantas well as thou. l5R12NTW1TT.,.. ..........Texas Eclectic Degreeg Euepiang Capitol Clubg A T B5 Associate Editor Qzm7'fez'zjf ,' O. O. O. Of all the arts in which Brent does excel, NVl'ltlI1gyS:ill6 one which she thinks she does well. 29

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Senior Class Poem Farewell, dear Hollins, and ye hills- Farewell! Farewell! Forever! With joy we toss aside our books, But we'll forget thee, never! In thy paths which we, these years, have trod- Though not always decked with Howers, At points, where they were needed most, We've found some shaded bowers. Though thorns, sometimes, our feet have pricked- Though our ways were beset with ills, Thy motto, Hollins, we obeyed: We raised our eyes to thy hills. They, in stately, solemn grandeur, Taught us, though a word they spoke not- What, unlike lessons in school books- Will ne'er be, by us, forgot. Forgive us that we are joyful, The guides you gave fo ulfecl usa You realize why it is so, So faithful, so true and so tried, 'Tis joy for work we've accomplished, When by Work We were 0'erhurden6d- And not that from you We go. KePl us frorn turning aside- You must know, dear Alma Mater, T0 them We will eler be grateful, That down deep in each Senior's heart, That We can S0 truthfully Say, A sigh and a tear doth linger, They've done what Was merely duty, That now all of us must part. In more than in fluly,S Way- Scattered must be all thy children, Each one must go Where fate dothisend. There is some work for every one, Each has her own life to spend. Yet each will ever remember, E'en when with age she doth totter, These years she has stayed, worked and played, 'Neath thy roof, dear Alma Mater. So, farewell, dear Hollins, and ye hills! Farewell! Farewell ! Forever! With joy we toss aside our books, But we'll forget thee never. -C.-L. Gedge 31