Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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our IN THE IFORLD TO ROAM. Tune : Seeing Nellie Home. We, the class of nineteen liimdred, Stand before you now alone, And to-night we go from Alma Mater Out in the world to roam. Chorus : Out in the world to roam, Out in the world to roam, And to-night we go from Alma Mater, Out in the world to roam. We can carry our hard-earned sheep.skins With us where ' er our home, For tonight we go from Alma Mater, Out in the world to roam. Chorus. On our lips the woi-ds may quiver, In our eyes the tears may come, For tonight we go from Alma Mater, Out in the world to roam. Chorus.

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A MED LEI { HMo, Mtj Buhy. ' ) Good-bye, old Normal ; Good-bye, our schoolmates ; Good-bye, the Practice School. Honeys, we must retire ; But we ' ll set the world on fire. Now you will lose us, you won ' t abuse us. For you ' ll be left alone. Telephone a word when we are gone. { Georgia Camp-meeting ) I ' ll smile upon you if you ' ll smile upon me When we leave the Normal { Jusl as the Sun Went Down ) And take a last look at our old scliool friends, Just as we get our dips. { Just One Girl ) There is just one class, Only just one class ; There are others, we know, But this will all surpass. On the page of fame We will write our name. Where it will linger forever As just one class. ( Think Til Have to Telephone My Baby ) I think we ' ll have to telegraph the home-folks { Hot Times ) Tliere ' s a hot time for the old class to-night. When you come to see us get our dip You will all gatlier round and give us each a grip. There ' s a hot time for the old class to-night. { Sweet Marie ) Graduating class of Feb. — Class of February, nineteen hundred year — Though forever we may part, we are ever joined in heart — Forever true to us and to you. { Ben Bolt ) ( )li, will you remember the Normal, class-mates, Tlie Normal, in years to come? Of our friends that we love, who are scattered af;ir. We will think often then, just as now. { Home, Sweet Home ) There is no school like our school ; No place more dear. And no class like our class Of nineteen hundred year. M. yv. G.

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A LOOK INTO rHE FUTURE. TuxE : My Old New Hampshire Homestead. Many years have passed since we have been together ; Many years ago we parted — friends and I — From our school-mates ; and to know them was to love tlicin To these we said a sad and last good-bye. We clung to one another as we parted, And hopefully we said we ' d meet some day ; But alas ! we never more can be united In the dear old Farmville Normal, far away. REFE.ilN : Now the school-girls linger there, And the da} ' S are just as fair, In the places where together we would roam ; But they know us now no more ; We ' d be strangers at the door Of our dear old Farmville Normal, far awav. In ray dreams, by the School last niglit I wandered, And I thought I saw my class-mates by my side ; Once again, then, we laughed and talked together— Once again we promised we would true abide ; And, as I stopped to greet each one, I ' wakened ; I called my friends, but they had gone to stay. In my vision I had seen them all so happy. In the dear old Farmville Normal, far awav.