Howard University - Bison Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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A WORD WE wish to express to oil our teachers the profound feeling of gratitude which fills our hearts at this time; to apprise them of the deep appreciation which their devoted labors and kindly guidance have engendered in ns. We wish to thank nil those who have befriended us in our many aetivities and wished u« well. 11

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ALMA MATER Reared against the eastern sky. Proudly there on hilltop high. Far above tin lake so blue .Stands old Howard firm and true; There she stands for truth and right. Sending forth her rays of light. Clad in robes of majesty. 0 Howard, we sing of thee. CLASS SONG Onward in dear old Howard. Success our foreword We're marching through — Fighting— our hearts uniting. For the best that we can do— Workers—we are no shirkers; For we now are Seniors bold— My our colors you should know us And we know you cannot show us (Irander colors than our blue and gold. Time of “Jane suggested by D. L. I test. Words by K. 1 . t'vUymorc. YELLS Ra-a-a-h! Ra-a-a-h! Kali! Seniors! Rah! R-a a-a-a h! Seniors! Howard Academy Rah! Howard Academy Rah! Howard Academy Rah. Rah. Rah! Howard Academy Rah! 10

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Claes Poem L'Hititoirc. !t was a time whan gold and amber hue Bedecked luxuriant foliage everywhere: When sunset changed the sky from richest blue To golden tints a time when grass was sere. Far up a stream from out a shaded nook. Laden with smiling youths- -a happy crew A strong-built little barge sailed forth and took A pours well planned, e’en though the way was new. Away she soiled round many a puzzling turn, Through shadows brown and brilliant, daneing beam. While in eaeh heart a great desire did burn To view the storied scenes along the stream. One bend was passed, the sun shone everywhere: Hut soon mysterious shadows clothed all things; The little crew looked overhead —and there A huge, black vulture sailed with out spread wings. Then suddenly lie swooped upon the erew. And bore one comrade off twixt talons keen; And o’er the little band a sadness new Dimmed for a time the beauty of the scene. The hoax moved on. Another bend was near; When passed, what splendor loomed on either side What music of sweet birdsong met the ear. And mingled with the cadence of the tide! Still one more bend, more troublous than all told. Where crowning glories made the course more bright; Where many wondrous mysteries did unfold Their curious secrets to the eager sight The port is reached. From it lead many wavs; Each one will chose as seemeth to him best: No sad farewell; for o’er each path the rays Of high hopes gleam, and joy pervades each breast. Errold Duncan Colly more, L