Lipscomb University - Backlog Yearbook (Nashville, TN)

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MARGARET LIPSCOMB [1891-1922] Page Four

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[1891-1922] SUT CUTIE See) eee eee Page Three FOREWORD O Memory! O fairest form divine! How innumerable are thy powers to charm! How sweet the fragrance of thy breath! How gorgeous are the pictures thy hand hath painted for thy children! Upon thy head is a chaplet of rarest gems; From thy throat come sweetest strains of music. To the public we send this little volume, which is but a tiny leaf from Memory’s Book. If the Back-Log brings you no cheer, it is because you are sitting too far from its radiant heat and its glowing light. We insistently invite you to draw your chair closer and par- ticipate with us in its comfort and its cheer. To the friends and patrons of David Lips- comb College we say: You have drawn your chair near enough to find the cheerful warmth of its fire and to read in the light of its blaze the destiny of your children. To the faculty and students who have gath- cred round the fireside to tell tales of scholastic adventure this Back-Log means an unbroken circle of loyal seekers after knowledge and wisdom. To the Senior Class, who have gone out into the forest and felled the tree and brought in the Back-Log, this volume means most of all. We see in every flicker and flame of the crack- ling fire a sweet association in days gone by and a presage of hope for the future. We only as« that we be privileged to call ourselves the Vestal Virgins to keep the embers burning till one by one we are called to watch the cternal flame from the sacred altar of Divine Love. (OO eee D.L.C. Ir HOU eee eee eee =

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Page Five [1891-1922] HG. UTE DEDICATION A woman’s rank Lies in the fulness of her womanhood; Therein alone she is royal.” to Mrs. Margaret Lipscomb, one of God’s worthy women, ripe in years and wisdom and goodness, and faithful in every relationship, whose life has been a light and a benediction to the students of David Lipscomb College, the S.nior Class of nineteen hundred and twenty-two, with the greatest respect and highest admiration, dedicate this annual. ‘Give her the fruit of her hands, And let her works praise her in the gates.’ TTT TT HMAC VTATUATA ATCT THULE SA UAL OOO RAAT AS AEA UAT RONG GOO EAROAOADEOOUGDESUNOGUOUOOUOOSOOAUOGOOEOOUOOOOOEOGOODOODEODSODEOUGOGEOUEOUOASUOGEOOQOUONODuOUEODEOGEOOCOLEOOEOOONOqOONND Ni CHO