Livingstone College - Livingstonian Yearbook (Salisbury, NC)

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Tune: Beautiful Dreamer by VOLINA JEFFRIES Parting from L. C. is hard to do ‘ When it’s from something that you hold so true To dear ole L. C., we hate to say A good-bye to you, we'll be on our way. CHORUS So dear ole L. C., we'll think of you As one of greatness all the day through We'll honor, love and cherish thee As down life’s rugged path we flee. We've come through trials with vim and zest Through days of hardships, we have done our best Now comes the end and we must leave you Heartsbreak to go, but we’ve more work to do. Though life means hardships, let come what may We'll work and struggle each and every day Doing our best to reign and to rule We'll take a stand for thee, dear ole school.

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Our chance has come, so which way now? Or was it just a dream, We had in nineteen forty-two When life to us did seem As violets growing in the spring, Along a sunny stream? Four years ago we entered here, With aspirations high. A bond of conquerors we came “With wills to do or die.” Without a grumble or complaint, Without a tear or sigh. Each chose his field and took his stand, Just as a student should, Although in many instances, We were not understood. 'Twas felt that our adopted name, Gangbusters,’’ was no good. We faced our criticisms, And disappointments too, For in our vision we realized That we had work to do, To keep the colors waving, The modest black and blue. CLASS POEM WHICH WAY NOW A. EpGar Harris Along with our tough momenis, We've had a lot of fun, We've met new friends and sweethearts, And life has just begun, “Beneath the Maples and the Oaks,” What friendships we have won! We studied hard and we've received The training that’s required, To hear the welcome voice of one, Who'll say to us with pride, I now present you this degree That you might be inspired.” The challenge faces each of us, It must be our concern As we depart from Livingstone The light will ever burn. This, we'll remember when we have Forgotten the things we've learned. Oh, graduates of forty-six, We dare not make it seem To those who follow after us That life is but a stream, Our chance has come, so which way now? Or was it just a dream?