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

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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

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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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Senior Trials If In Literature our troubles are, Our teachers so particular About our reading and defining, Comprehenrling and diviningg Every morning at eight o'clock To the study of Fine Arts we Hook. Off our tongues big words do roll, In our note books it is told About Renaissance, High and Low, Perspective and Chiaroscuro. Our minds must ever grasp and reach For lessons fine the Authors teach. Our Lexicons are few and far between, Around each, every evening may be seen Great groups of Latin scholars trying hard To learn, tho' gossip often will retard Gur progress toward the noble end in view, That is- Horace to read Aand Livy, too. The members of our Greek class number two, O, History of Philosophy, thou art For Greek is such a great big boo-ger-boo A dread and terror to every Senior heart! Can't many of us, tho' brave we be, Can wefozgci that full and complete Outline Such very vexing things attempt, you see. On which we wrote and wrote, line after lineg The noble two I'd have you all to know Are able well to conjugate diiisw Our Logic is a little book, indeed, By no means simple, tho', you will concede. Examination day with its demands Found us with quaking hearts and trembling hands, And were'nt we glad, tho' much surprised, at last To hear the very pleasing words: You passed! se Can we 7'6JIlEl1l!7L'1'-C311 our minds retain The things that book did teach,or Mr,Wear explain' Yet, after all our trials, woes, and pains To every Senior this good hope remains, The happy May will bring Commencement Day, And after that no one will say us nay, XVhen we get loud no one will Call us down, XVe'Il give the boys a smile, no one will frown.