Mary Washington College - Battlefield Yearbook (Fredericksburg, VA)

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The Battlefield • ' Tis a book of normal school life, This Battlefield of ours, ' Tis full of splendid pictures And tales of jolh ' hours, Of our lessons and our studies, Of work and play and fun. Of frolics and of feasting When working time is done, Of our trips to other cities The many sights to see. Of entertainments given — Such times of revelry ! Of our doings in athletics Upon the great Field Day, Of tennis matches thrilling, And the basket-ball we play. And, in short, of every feature Of life upon the hill This book of ours has pictured, Our very hearts to thrill. ' Tis a book of normal school life. As is very plainly seen, The Battlefield, our Annual Of nineteen seventeen. Margaret Irvine White. 10

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Class Poem AAltli hearts tliat beat with joy, and yet are sad, AVith footsteps hastening on to nntrod ways, With eyes tear tilled, 3 ' et looking far ahead Upon the future and its wealth of days, AVe come upon the beauteous days of June, A group of sisters bound with cords of love. Which, day by day and month by month, lia -e grown And drawn us close as side by side we strove. Not all of ease has been our pathway here. And yet our days were full of joy and song — Dear, busy days, work filled from morn till night. Until on wings flew by the hours long. And now with swiftness sure this day has come. Half dreaded has it been by each and all, And yet for it we ' ve looked with eager eye And listened closely as we heard its call. For call it must, and ever can and does, To those who thus upon life ' s threshold stand. To live pure lives of truth and nobleness As forth they go to join life ' s toiling band. AVe know not what the future holds Of joy or sorrow, peacefulness or strife ; And yet we know tliere can be naught of harm If the dear Father watches o ' er each life. And so, dear Class of Xineteen Seventeen, Although the time of parting gives us pain. With joy may each go forth to meet life ' s tasks. And steadfast, pure, and true may each remain. May God, who sees each life, who knows each heart, Mark out the path He wishes each to tread. And, trusting in His guidance and His strength. May each of us at length to Him be led. Mabgaket Irvine White. 12