Lebanon College for Young Ladies - Cedars Yearbook (Lebanon, TN)

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Junior Here's to our loved L. C, Y. L. Long may her beacon ever shine, Honor will to her ever dwell ln 1iducation's blood red wine. The days may pass, the years must go into ohlivion's longalost dream 3 Homage to her must ever flow As rushes forth the mountain stream. Here in the home of our school-girl life, The cozy rooms and pleasant hall, Some of us mingle in wordy strife And some have gone beyond recall. Our noblest efforts are exerted here To merit all our teachers praise, For erstwhile we enlarge our sphere To be an honor all our days. Little learning is a dangerous thing, College girls use well your time. Youthful days pass by on wings, Class Poem in At first 'tis only a tiny rill That sparkles in the morning sun, .X little mission In fulfill As go the day beams, one by one. fihen broader, stronger, deeper, tiows U'er pelmhled strantl and grassy mend, Then forth a mighty river grows, lts strength is very great indeed. Then let us drink in draughts so deep, Of knowledge, wisdom, truth and love: And in our hearts forever keep The Image of the One above, NVho teaches us to ever shine In all that's noble, good and pure. Then drink in wisdom's Howing wine, To all the Trials we endure. FF' Let each grasp all things sublime. just a few short years on earth have we, Usefulness and learning is our great plea. Notwithstanding the many failures of life, lndolence shall never mar our way. Onward, ever onward, we shall go, QW Resolved In du what our han ds find tu do

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Junior Class History lf' f LL great events adorn the pages of history in ancient, mediaeval and modern times. The 75 organization of the Junior Class of IQO3 is therefore worthy of a place in The Cedars. K ga ' Like all great bodies, we realized that we must have a head, accordingly Miss Eppie il l Hayes, of Alabama, was chosen to this place. Eppie proved herself equal to any emer- ,. I gency, and I will say that our President is a lovely girl, worthy of the honor thrust upon her. Although there was no danger of our President being transplanted from Sunny Tennessee to the land of the Alabama Coons by the iron hand of fate 1' Professor NVeirj, yet knowing that all human things are uncer- tain Miss Eleanor McAdams was made Vice-President. Eleanor is one of the many fair daughters of the Volunteer State, Thula Faulkner, another Tennessee representative, was made Secretary and Treasurer. She did not find it hard to keep the money matters straight, fguess why?l But my! it would have tried the patience of Job to have kept the roll of the classy but Thula, ever cheerful, ever smiling, kindly added or erased a name from the roll at the request of the owner. Only a Prophet, so gifted by Nature, can draw aside the veil of the future and peer down into the dark recesses of time. Mother Nature gave to Madge Webber, our Illinois girl, this gift so rare--rarer still is Madge's beautiful disposition. It was the sincere wish of each member of the class that our Northern Madge prophesy her future. It took a girl of genius and energy to represent so worthy a body as the juniors of IQO3Q such requirements we found in Cornelia Powell, Alabama's damsel, The last officer to be elected was class Speiler, and the way she did Speil -well that's all right, she is just the dearest girl and the favorite with all. Her name I would have you know is Sarah XVilliams, of Tennessee. A Historian was chosen, I am sorry to admit. Her merit is such as you may judge from this. But hrst let me beg you to judge not lest ye be judged. Our class numbering twenty-eight lined up cum magna trepi- datione ac pavore to receive the Mantle from the Seniors, our peers, as they left forever the dear old L. C. Y. L. Despite our trembling we caught its folds and vowed to keep it as unsullied as the class before us had done. 22

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Junior Class Prophesy IS Y head aches! I've been gazing so long at the flickering shadows on the wall, and I am weary 5511?-si of listening to the ceaseless wind outside whistling through the trees and moaning round the house. I think of the past and the future, sweet memories of the South and the dear me days at L. C. Y. L. chase each other through my brain. I grow sleepy, half close my eyes, 9 E- -fer. and a prophetic vision seems to weave itself among the ever changing shadows on the wall. My friends of the junior Class are revealed to me as they ska!! be. First I see Eppie seated befo1'e an easel painting, and the beautiful picture before her tells the story of her success as an artist. The scene changes and there glides in with soft step and gentle smile our Annie who is the head nurse of 1 hospital, whom many a patient has risen up to call blessed. Next comes Eleanor, who is walking down a beautiful street of Cambridge in company with her husband, a bald-headed professor of Harvard. Then comes Mattie Glenn who is crossing the Atlantic on her way to England, her future home, for she has married an English Lord. The shadows grow dim for a moment, then more distinct and there is pictured the parlor of a beautiful Kentucky home, over which presides a lovely woman whom we knew as Virginia Faulkner. Among the guests there to-night are Cornelia, a star', actress, Mamie, a noted authorg Sarah, lately married to a famous hunter: and Thula, an accomplished musician, who is playing the accom- paniment to a song being sung by Iva, our junior nightingale. Near the window, half hidden by the curtains, I espy Ruby, known to the world as a cold-hearted society woman, but to her friends she has confided that she is soon to be married: indeed, on looking closer I observe another head behind that curtain-not red, maybe, but almost. The shadows grow dimmer and more fleeting, and the remaining forms flit swiftly by, I see Ida and Levia, the French and Art teachers of the L. C. Y. L. Bessie, a missionaryg Floyd, wife of a lawyer, Clara, a lecturer on XYoman's Rights, Mamie and Ada Belle, wives of wealthy farmers, Maybelle, the wife ofa clergyman: Lenna, a denouncer of pugilism, her motto Hy is Less Fight, Nelle, wife of a banker, and Elizabeth, the matron of Castle Heights. Then Zasf, and I must admit lm.rz', my thoughts revert to myself- although still single-while there is life there is hope. M.I.w. 247