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

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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.

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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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Why I Came Back to the L. C. Y. L. lf' If' 1+ elief when vacation was ended was only equalled by my dislike for house cleaning. My them. Ifarly Monday morning the step-ladder was brought in and I was ordered to mount. , - I took down a dozen pairs of lace curtains. As I was the youngest assistant the folks L ,J , ' P -'N Y f I ,K I folks considerately put on this spring recreation until I would be at liberty to enjoy it with I .1 it ,rg thought that my bones would knit more readily than anybody else's in case of a fall. The dust off those curtains fell in appalling quantities, and my complexion, never of the whitest, soon assumed a deeper shade of brown. The rugs were taken out to the line for my brothers to beat them, but between blows they would engage in a game of tag. Soon the fun started in earnest. The scrubbing brush, pail of water, bar of Fels Naphtha Soap lthis I could recommend very highlyj and several old mop cloths were brought onto the scene of action. Then it was scrub floors, clean windows, wash woodwork, until my face was hot, my hands blistered, my feet tired. After lunch mamma took my place on the ladder. VVhile she was upon the top step I thought it would be a good plan to set my pail of water on one of the lower steps. It was nice clean water too. XVhile my back was turned mamma became possessed with a desire to stand on terra firma again, instead she planted one foot in my pail. I was sure she was not dead after the First shriek she gave, such a crash of pail and ladder. NYhen I recovered from my shock sufficiently to look at her she was just getting over her astonishment. I-ler wrapper was slightly draggled from hem to knee, and she was feebly endeavoring to scrape my soap off the bottom of her shoe. Wle used all our spare strength in laughing at the brilliant action. My mother has a mania for getting her foot in it, she upset one other pail of water and stepped in 84