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

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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

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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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our dog's drinking bowl. No wonder house cleaning is enough to drive one to distraction. Hy night my blistered hands were callousecl, my feet were'nt tired- they were paralyzedg and I dragged myself off upstairs to bed, thanking Heaven for the blessing of sleep. The succeeding days were but repetitions of the first one. Our house is now clean from the hast-ment up. but oh! I'm glad to go back to the L. C. Y. L. M. 1. w. iff A Modern Parable 35 Behold it snowed. And there went out thoughtlessly a young professor, to see his girl, but as he went there fell upon him many school girls and smote him hard with snow balls, so hard in fact that he ran. Now this young man was determined to avenge himself, so he saith to his room mate, let us go out and put them to flight. Agreed, quoth he, and they went out to do battle. Now the battle waxed warm and this young man began to be sore afraid, and behold, again he ran. Not so with his room mate. who being brave at heart rushed into the fray and soon was covered with snow, yea from the crown of his head to the sole of his foot, and these school girls seeing his companion had fled did Fill his hat with snow and placed it upon his head and he was glad to escape with his life. lXIORAL7f4'Z'6'lIg'6' I10fy0ll7'Jl'f'Z'L'5, mvzgczzzzce is IIIZIIIC, df., mi!!! fha good book. R3