Livingstone College - Livingstonian Yearbook (Salisbury, NC)

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The waiting in line — the tired feet and short tempers cannot be forgotten for this too, is an integral part of college.

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Perplexity, Uncertainty and Fear are the least common denominators for the many who left home for the first time to embark upon that long complicated journey called education.

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O! Livingstone, my Livingstone Thy dear old name we sing, While memories cluster thick and fast. And closer to us cling. Beneath thy maples and thy oaks The zephyred breezed blow. Just as they will in years to come. No matter where we go. O! Livingstone, my Livingstone! When thou art old with age. Thou, too, shalt hold a noble place That ' s bright on memory ' s page, And in the sky no cloud shall be — Instead, thy sun shall beam. Prosperity shall live always Amid its golden gleam. O! Livingstone, my Livingstone! Thy students come and go. The moments fly, the years go by With all their weal and woe. Along with fleet and nimble feet Oh, hasten on thy way. And fling the light of wisdom out Across the Wand ' rer ' s way O! Livingstone, my Livingstone! Upon thy campus wide, In numbers many students roam — Some from the other side; And still they love; we can but hope That they may e ' er be true To both thy names and colors too — The modest black and blue. Fonvielle-Richardson