Irving College - Irvingiana Yearbook (Mechanicsburg, PA)

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mg 'Waxahnx 7 IS you and not you that I love, dear, You ana' not you ,- there's another That I',ve lovea' since the dawn of ore- ation, Ana' who'll never oease being my lover. So brave and so loyal Ihavejvuna' him, That I'll ever be loyal ana' true, My whole heart zsjillea' with his image, Anolyet-I also love you. My Iovejvr the' other is so great, dear, ,And his is so great toward me, Hhzs image shouldfatlejhfoln my heart now Your love would have lost its key. But think not that I 'al straighten the tangle, Or seek to unwind the erossea' threaa' ,' 'Tis you and not you that I love, dear, You ana' not you, as I,ve said,- T he one whom I love, my true lover, Was never complete without you, For you are his own real likeness, Ana' you are my day-a'rearn tome true.I For he is Sir Launoelot, olearest, Ana' dwells in a castle in Spain ,- And Men I sought tofina' him, But I sought as ever in vain, Ana' then you came ana' Sir Launeelot with you, Dwelling eaoh in the same mortal frame, Ana' so there's no tangle to straighten, For you two are but one ana' the same. -M L. E., 1904.

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GBM Grip in thntfgshnrg T was the night before we took our memorable trip to Gettysburg, and ,we,tried,,to compose our minds tg slumber, and not to think of the unpleasantness of rising at five in the morning. We slept htfnlzlyf and arose at the signal of the cock's crowing, and after a hasty breakfast started shivering on our way. The ride was made pleasant by the beautiful mountain scenery-and not less important-the serenade of the gallant college boys. f ' ' - - ' When we reached Gettysburg and found ourselves in the midst of the great battle-field, covering twenty- live square miles, we then realized that our previous conception of it was vastly different, from the immense stretch of ground around us, and we could begin to realize, if only vaguely, what a mighty battle was this one, in many respects the greatest of the Civil War. As we passed along and viewed the various monuments and pl-aces made memorable by the great fight, we thought with amazement of the multitudes of men of the Blue and of the Gray who had offered their lives as willing sacrifices to the cause which they deemed right, and of the almost incalculable loss of life caused. - We never grew weary of listening to the guide's account of the different conflicts of. the battle, and the time seemed too short to see all the places of interest. And certainly we will never forget them-the wheat- held, where a harvest, not of grain, but of death, was sown 5 the peach orchard, the dreadful Devil's Den, Culp's Hill and Little and Big Round Tops, from whose summits we obtained an excellent view of the entire held. Our trip would not have been complete had we missed seeing the great National Cemetery, a most htting rest- ing place for the Union dead. Here countless graves and monuments lie grouped around the great National Monument. ' Not least among the adventures of the, day was our being photographed upon the gun that firedg the hrst shot of the battle, and we made ourselves the happy possessors of the picture. Soon we werehspeeding homeward, unanimously voting, this one a red letterday in our calendar. The scenes of the dayihadimpressed us. indesqribably,,and we felt, as never before, a keener realization of the hor- rors of war and a greateriappreciation of the blessings of peacef if K K ' i ' ' ' ' G ' I ' A

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glizrwlig ittmfms U Ellfiiaahnzxr is nftmr Jzunrzalzii in meant aiii112, wfCBirn11 DR. CAMPBELL: This man descended to the doomed and dead, For our instruction. -L011gj?U02ff- MISS PORT : I am Monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to deny. MISS VVI-IEELOCK: She will outstrip all praise, And make it halt behind her. -Shakespeare, DR. FEG LEY : L' Beside the bed where parting life was laid, And sorrow, guilt and pains, by turns dismayed, MISS KELSEY : A perfect woman, nobly planned, To Warn, to comfort and command? - Wordsworilz. MISS NORRIS : For she is Wise, if I can judge of her 5 And fair she is if that my eyes be true g And true she is, as she hath proved herself, And therefore like herself Wise, fair and true, Shall she be placed in my constant soul. ' -Shakespeare. MR. STEMPLE: The gravity and stillness of your youth the The reverend champion stood, at his control, World has noted? '57mlW5Pm e- Despair and anguish fled the struggling soulg Comfort came down to the trembling Wretch to MISS LOW : ' . raise, H , , V , ' And his last faltering accents whispered praise. Rlghtf faithful' true She W as In deed and - Goldsmzllz, word. -Spencer.