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

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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.

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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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My Dear Girls lf' I live in Lebanon at the L. C. Y. L., 'l'l1ey'll tell you its wrong and make you all say And strange the things that l could tell. You'll do it no more and send you away. For many years l've held my place, Uu a cold winter day a cold I may get, And yet l dzl re say you hztven't seen my face. lint you C1lllIl,t'5C2llIC me for quite a while yet, You've heard me often, you know my voice, For a little warm grease will ease my pain, You've even obeyed me, often from choice. And loudly I will speak to you all again. But sad to say, though very true, All day long my duty does last, You have obeyed more often because you had to. Though I am often slow and sometimes fast. In the morning when you wished to play, l never forget at some time or other. You heard me call and you came away. To call out loudly much to your bother. WVhen one o'cloek came you loved me best, When nine-twenty comes rny last tired word is said For t'was then I let you have ai mon1ent's rest. As you turn out your lights and tunihle into hed But duty again at two made me say : For years 1've stood and for many more, Go walking dear girls it'll make you Ieel guy. I hope to speak as I did of yore. And if on the street you speak to a hoy And truth to tell I'm often sad, My next loud call will bring you no joy. For the girls dnn't love me, they call me bad. It'll bring down instead your teachers so true But years from now I hope you'll say, That will feel it a duty to speak to you too. 'Twasa good Old Chapel Bell whenitrang in Mayf --.QY