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

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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

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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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Editorial 5 4' e, N this book we have endeavored to give to those who may chance to scan its pages some little qv knowledge of the workings of our school, and of the joys and sorrows which have come to Qs, sy us one and all, Some of the best talent which could be found in our number, have faith- fully put forth every effort to do the work assigned them, and we feel very grateful to them Ffa-11, for their willingness and assiduity. Many have been the times when we have had plans of great importance to peayfrff a11djwyQv'111 on some particular afternoon, when-hark! the chapel bell ehimed three o'clock. That hateful bell, we all exclaim, now I must go to that ' Board Meetingf and immediately we go with long faces to our official chairs in the office, and spend the afternoon in working, plan- ning' and worrying over the pages of The Cedars. Dear old book, shall we ever forget you? No, a thousand times no. VVe have, each one and all, labored long and faithfully, and though sometimes burdens seemed greater than we could carry, the love we bore for our dear Alma Mater was so infused into our hearts and minds that we strove all the harder to gain the topmost round of the ladder of success. To the members of the board let me say these parting words: May your lives be spent in achieving success, may all happiness be yours, and may you always in after years remember your college home, your dear old Alma Mater, with hearts filled with love and gratitude, and to those who may read these pages, may prosperity and happiness be yours. ii 1, ' l T 88