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

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Courage W It has been said school days are the happiest days of our lives, Yet we can't think so at all times, while we have many, many pleasures, we also have many difficulties to overcome. VVe can see barriers that rise like mountains whose bleak, icy peaks uplift to chill and destroy. And it is best for us. Let Alps arise far out above the eagle's home, we will climb their rugged steeps by day and night till we shall stand amid their everlasting snows victorious. XVe must have the moral courage to say, I can--I will. A Yearly Occurrence 34' Owl comes the scream from a dozen voices, and girls pour out of their rooms lany one could tell by their appearance what time of the day it wasl and rush wildly down the hall. He's on the roof! He's on the roof! theycry and madly run into each other until the hall becomes one solid mass of flying hair and gesticulating hands. I hear him at my window! XVhere is Professor XYeir? Mrs. Powell! Oh Mamma! all rent the air in rapid succession. VVhat's the matter? VVhat's the matter! frantically calls the matron. He's on the roof! He's on the roof! they all respond. Yes, he's on the roof remarked the brave matron as she peers cautiously out the window. Seat Tom and all is quiet. Home Again le' Yes, we will soon be with our kindred, till again the vacant chair, Twill rejoice our anxious parents when they see us seated thereg But with all this promised pleasure shades of sadness hover o'er- We are leaving many loved ones we may meet on earth no more, Yet the impress of their virtues on our hearts shall long remain Fresh and fragrant as the flowers after summer's gentle rain. 81

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A School Girl's Fate .X Listen good people and you shall soon know, The time came at last and all over the house Of a midnight feast we had long ago, Girls came creeping, and still as a mouse, At the Ladies College of great renown, Each came with a chafing dish, platter or spoon In the old and classic Lebanon town. And all assembled in the appointed room. A dozen ladies, perhaps less or more, The feast was begun and what a treat, Had made a visit to a nearhy store, NVe all declared it could not be beat. And with a collection of dimes and nickels, Oh, we were thinking, We've done things slick, Purchased cheese, crackers, onions and pickles. XVhat teacher would ever dream of our trick? A great deal more I cannot recall, Hark! footsteps approaching, what could it mea But among other things was alcohol. ' XVas it possible that we had been seen ? Time went on crutches till the clock struck one fa Under beds we scrambled, but ah, too late l That was the time we would have our fun. The teacher had caught us-a school girl's fate X0

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The Great Ball Game. If' N , h HE tirst match game ofthe season between the Tennessee and Kentucky Clubs had been the i talk ofthe girls since the dawn of spring. On the appointed Saturday the admirers of the teams gathered on the held to witness the arfray. Excitement ran high and bets ranging from hair pins to chewing gum were placed on the favorites. At last the ball was put in play by a hearty play ball from Miss Umpire and the playing began fast and furious. The excitement climbed higher with every swat of the ball and switch of the scorer's pencil. It was plain to all that it was a hght to a finish. Each inch was hotly contested, while the excitement was intense. Hands were gesticulating and hair Hying. At the last of the ninth inning the score had reached the modest point of forty to forty, while the enthusiasm knew no bounds. Tennessee was at the bat with two out, by superior batting and hard coaching from the side lines the runner had placed her No, ZX-YQ tFrench No.5 on third. Not contented with this she made a break for home. XYith the speed of a bullet the ball was sent towards the home plate, while cries of slide! slide! were to be heard from all sides. About ten yards of calico made a dive for the coveted plate, but the ball was quicker and the catcher drove the ball through the pompadour of the flying runner. Out, cried the Umpire. She did not touch mel she only hit my pompa- dour! cried the bit of dirt and calico snugly swinging to home plate, while the Tennessee side took up the cry and surged upon the field. The little Umpire dodged behind the Tennessee Giant and made for her room, and Tennessee and Kentucky mingled for true. Shes out! she's out! they cried, while She's not out! she's not out was equally as strong. The chapel bell called all to work and to this day the question raised has not been settled. Shall the Umpire be upheld, or shall she be said to be in error? It is but fair to admit that the catcher might easily put the ball through the pompadour of any of the average school girl's head and not touch the person of the owner. But what about the Umpire? We solicit correspondence on this point. 82