Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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An LL. D. I ' m now beholding, Lengthy arguments unfolding, And we shout with those Venetians, ■ ' A Diiniel come to judgment ! Heed ! Obdurate she stands. Entreating Will not move her till completing, Her opponents she ' s defeating, — This fine Unvver. Daisy Read. Ellen Eichardson, the darling Of the Practice School ! Tlie starling Prisoned in his cage no sweeter Trills his music wild and free. And the crowd, enraptured, breathless, Listens to thy music deathless, This is what the prophet saith. Less I could not tell to thee. And now my own, so long expected, I .shall show the clear reflected Brightness of the mathematics Eadiance emanating here. But the cruel fates denied me More to learn of those beside me And I closed the book and hied me To niv couch. — for dawn was near.

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The scene has changed. Again I gaz( Wonder at a sight amazing. Standing at a surgeon ' s table From which seems to come a groan, Is a maiden tirm, undaunted, Giving chloroform when wanted, Proving woman ' s progress vaunted, This is Dr. Featherston. Journeying far from home to heathen Lands across the ocean, see then, Sowing seeds of Gospel teaching. Our sweet classmate, Julia Vaughan, Casting otl ' the iron fetter Paganism allotted, better Portion giving women ; let her Bring the high noon after dawn ! On the .stage in dress resplendent, A crowned ijueen, a star, trans Lightly trips the gifted actress. Lucy Thornton ' s favorite part Is the gentle maiden Juliet. I ' m afraid that us she ' 11 fool yet. Find a Komeo, really, truly — yet She ' s wedded to her art. ' Lelia Agnes Scott, the gi ' eatest Of our class, methinks thy fate is Well to fill the chair of science In some college far away. And at night with eye unfailing. Watch the bright ethereal sailing Of the moon, till moonbeams paling, Warn of the approach of day. Science wallis here a dim spectre. As with soft melodious chiming Art has seized her disused sceptre, Silver bells delight us, rhyming. Placed it in the hand of Khythmical and mystic, charm us, Lily Carter, and at home, Proves that laurels green may rest on Read me oft, with admiration, One fair head with grace and fitness, A.nd behold with acclamation. To her genius bearing witness. Pictures that with fascination Genius shown in songs of sweetness Hold that artist city, Eome. By our poet, Nelly Preston. Sallie Jackson Michie, baby Uf our class ! Ere long an A. B., Will be seen as proud appendage Of the prouder name you bear. For in Nashville ' s halls of learning Now you stay, with ardor burning And you think of not returning Till the wished-for prize you wear. 26

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Class Songs. Sung Samiars 27tl3. [Tune of Sweet Alice, Sen BoU. ' In this school we have toiled for years, dear friends, Years that so swiftly have passed ; We have come from the first to the end, till to-night Is that of our school-life the last. There were days that were rosy and days tliat were hard. Days when we thought we must fail ; But we ' ve reached tlie goal now, tlie victory our own. And, with jo} ' , our laurels we hail. And, when we have left you, we ' 11 never forget Days we have spent in these walls; We ' U remember ilie lessons we learned those days, And go where our duty calls. We ' ll remember the school-room, the teacher, the test. The matron with loyal heart ; And the many dear friends who have loved us while here- From all these to-night we must part In the 3 ' ears that are coming to us, dear friends. Years the future holds in store. We shall do with our might what the present demands, And thinlc of the struggle no more ; For the past holds for us only visions of light, Bright dreams of the days that are gone ; So we ' 11 bury to-night every sorrow of the past, And think of its joys alone. [To tune of Old Kentucky Home. ' ' ' ] Our liearts are sad and our voices full of sighs. As we leave our friends so dear ; But the world seems bright, and we ' re little loath to go, And end, thus, our school career. All along the halls our songs have rung the last, So merry, so happy, so bright ; We ' ve ft smile for the future, and a sigh fur the past. As we bid our Alma Mater good-night. Oh, the way seemed long, but we ' ve reached the end at last Tlie end of our normal school days ; And yet we icnow we have only just begun. When we leave and go our different ways. We have chosen a watchword to be our rule, Forever to urge us on ; Great things may we do for the Purple and the Gold Entwining our motto, Wuton. Chorus. Here ' s to the Purple, and here ' s to the Gold, We will sing one song for the Class of ' t)9. For the Class of February, ' 99. AJier Second Chorus— And in after years when we are far away, We will lieep our hearts forever firm and true, To the Normal and the Class of ' 99.