Massachusetts College of Liberal Arts - Mohawk Yearbook (North Adams, MA)

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NOR-MALOGUE fllllrn. Efhrrza llan Emu . OUR MOTHER Back to our days at Taconic Hall Down the path of memory turning, We seek the one who was ever dear To our hearts, and we look with yearning For a queenly form and a loving look, For a crown of silvery whiteness, A heart so large it could hold us all, We can never forget that likeness! Room One was sacred to whispers low Of secrets and troubles perplexing, She pondered them in her heart alone, 'Twas not long before shadows were lifting And a smile again lit a face that was sad, .A Who did it? you ask. Why no other .J- n Than the one who had taken the place for two years Of a longed-for and wept-for mother. She pointed to us the happiest way Of living and working together, Of hitting hard the things that were wrong In stormy and sunshiny weather. So the twelve '19 girls to the one who's been kind In sharing their every emotion, To their other mother, they pledge for aye Their love, their respect, their devotion. I mins Elvrwa lil. Zlivrgusnn AY upstairs in the office between Miss Baright's room and the library, is a pleasant, kind, and will- ng little lady who never scolds when We hurry in just as he bell is ringing, to have her sign the green and blue absence lips, even when her desk is piled high with formidable Joking books, documents or pink checks, which require ier undivided attention. Some of the dormitoryg irls look 0 her as the one who holds the horn of plenty, from which .re poured the month's salaries . How could we have gotten along without her cheerfulness and help these two chool years?

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