Longwood College - Virginian Yearbook (Farmville, VA)

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Ipvopbcc of the Class of January, 190G ' Twas on a fair September da) ' , Ere robins southward took their wa}-, Or Frost had dyed the maples red, Or Fall to Winter had been wed ; The time when Nature ' s at her best, When air and sunshine give life zest, When school-room seems a prison drear. And outdoor life most passing fair, — Such time as this, our matron took Our class of girls across the brook To spend the day in picnic style On Willis ' Mount, where lor a while, Our books forgot, we ' d feel at ease To halloo and whoop beneath the trees. All moi-n we played ; at noon ' s advance. We eyed the lunch with furtive glance. Our chapercin soon saw our need, And spread the lunch, a feast indeed. Full justice did we to the food, (Our manners really were not good.) The dinner o ' er, our lady took A siesta sweet in cosy nook, ' hilc we most sly our plans did make — The whole time scared lest she should wake- To slip away to nearby place Where camped a tribe of gypsy race, To have our fortunes told, take note. That ' s wh}- to come here all did vote. With hurrying step. Price led the way To where the gay encampment lay. A surly man in soiled attire, Was stirring soup, which o ' er the fire, In big pot boiled, beneath a crane. By odor judged ' twas dreadful mean. We asked him who the fortunes told. He pointed to a woman old, Whose hair was long and black and straight ; ■ 27

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I know Henrietta Dunlap will be missed more than any of the rest or us, for she is such a help to everybody. Just think! Helen Childrey has taken three State Exams in less than a week — and passed on all. Hasn ' t she spunk, though ? Well, Peggy, it is time for one of our numerous class meetings, so no more at present. Your loving Polly Perkins. P. S. Will be home Tuesday night on No. 3. Meet me. LiLLi, N F. Thompson. 26

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Meg Rlerriles as sure as Fate ! A cymbal dark and tambourine, With children brown made up the scene. We asked the hag in tones of fear, If foi tunes we could have told here. The old crone looked with features hard, I tell ' em, dears, and don ' t need a card ; But first, pretty miss, just cross your palm With silver bright, which guards from harm. We ' d come prepared, for Nell had said, Gypsies won ' t talk unless well paid. Who should be first. ' ' We hesitate — Just as before, for Price we wait. Her dime-crossed palm she then outheld, While silence fast upon us fell, I see said Meg, Long life for you. Success, good friends, fond lovers true ; You will not wed. Your work will be To teach Malays across the sea. Of course ] Iary Ford was close to Price ; Her lines were read within a trice — You music love, and have much skill ; Some day your voice will thousands thrill. And Hattie, in cloister would be nun, dear, Ov dancing teach, — the lines weren ' t clear. In flirting Georgiana would delight. Till older grown, then math, books write, How all did laugh when Meg described Lillian Thompson, fair, no Farrar beside. Who glasses wore and college gown, Fxpounding nature all around. Fennell Crawley would grow quite tall and lean, Hang out her shingle and be lawyer keen. In city large Henrietta would stay A secretary of the Y. W. C. A. ' Twas strange indeed, but surely true, (jertrude and Estelle Price like work would do : As teachers good they both should tarry. Till, like The Princess, the - would marry. 28