Louisburg College - Oak Yearbook (Louisburg, NC)

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1c LUTHER RiYMflO TIFF jbecuH., 4 41x1, Soldier TO Dean Luther Raymond Tatf this hook is dedicated, in deepest appreciation of the qualities students search for in every teacher, and found in him: understanding and guidance. Now he is in honorable service of his country: he has made the transition from dean and friend to friend and soldier. At Louisburg College his absence is deeply felt. In appreciation of his four years of labor in behalf of the college and its students, this book is dedicated, to express this all-prevailing sentiment: that nothing can re- move from Louisburg College the great gift of liis understanding and guidance — his influence.

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Comrades, leave me here a little, while as yet ' tis early morn: Leave me here, and when you want me. sound upon the bugle horn. ' . v « . ' »v »

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AyMli ISTI{ TI(li But ulien llu bugles soum Ii-(I war . . . This is a clay of khaki and guns, things that luue a special meaning for toda). They represent plans and ambitions, hopes — perha|)s lives — given up. It is hard for a man to give up williout MUfi rios what he has labored for. to wear kliaki. It seems that a man would break with all hi ' had made himself. But manli- ness is made of stronger fiber. It is a quality unstrained — a power of acclimation, of profiting from its circumstances, and retaining its noblest virtues in perverse situations. It must indeed be a hard thing — and yet they do it every day. They do it at Louisburg College. One soldier ' s story proves it: Less than a year ago he sat in his class odice and worked with annuals and school papers, students and their themes and tests — all. things he had sought for and had begun to attain — and then the bugles sounded. Yes, they luue done it at Louisburg. and tomorrow they will do it again. And the college, rich in memories, looks w ith fondness on those who go, for many a war year has it seen. Much does it know of the thing the world today now begins to recognize — that feeling in the heart concerning faith, honor, country, and God. Nobly, in days gone by, it knew khaki and guns — and sacrifice of those who went out from it in war years. . . . when the bugles sounded war They put their games away . . . They took the khaki and the gun Instead of cap and gown.