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

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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

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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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To the Illinois Club If' Our home is in the State where corn and wheat grows, liobertzfs home is where they have big feet, And we're glad we came from there as I guess everyone knows. And to tease her about it we think a great treat: It is true that our Club is little but loud, But that place we think is the head ol' all joys But it's not our fault that we h:1v'nt a crowd. For its the leading city of Illinois. How many of us I wonder- VVhen the day has gone to rest. Pause for a moment to ponder And weep a tear forthe distressed. How prone are we to consider The ever present question of self, And blindly envy the tyrannical power of wealth. Madge's, l2vn's, and Ednzfs homes tho' small by fate, Are beautiful little cities in the southern part of the State. Hurrah for our Club! We think it is swell, If it is the fflffr' Club of the L. C. Y. L. Half' lKeflections 57' How many of us I wonder- In the gathering light of morn, Seek our Father's guidance ever Till another night gives way to dawn. How little we seem to remember If the sun does for us shine, Soon it might vanish, leaving darkness behind. 33 How many of us I wonder- In the light ofthe noonday sun, Think ofthe moments we squander, XVhen there is so much to be done. Instead we ever gaze lovingly yonder For things the future has in store, Losing the present opportunity that CUITIES IO US nfl ITIOTC.