Memphis University School - Owl Yearbook (Memphis, TN)

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JOHN HAMIL POSTON. Editor-in-Chief University Scliool Topics, 1901-02.

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M. U. S. ALPHABET. A — is is tor All, who come to M. IT. S. B — is for Brown, who works us all our best. C — is tor Curry, our critic in debate. D — is tor Dunn, our lady ot sad fate. E — is tor Eckert, who captains our toot ball. F — is tor Fatt)-, ot all the boys most small. G — is tor Grant, ot value much o ' er par. H — is for Hunter, ot basket ball the star. ■ I — is tor In, the place to stay from rain. J — is for Jones, who always tried af:;ain. K — is tor Knock, which you should never do. ■ L — is tor Lemon, who has the lari:;est shoe. M — is for Miller, a man quite versed in math. N — is tor Northcross, a boy who makes you laug;h. O — is for Or ijill, a brother ot our Tub. P — is for Pearson, our good old country scrub. O — is for Quit, which I must quickly cio. R — is for Rhea, our trienci in English, too. 8 — is for Smits, who helps us learn our math. T — is for Taylor, as thin as e ' er a lath. LI — is tor Ilgly, which zve are not at all. V — is for ain, which yoi us sometimes call. W — is for Will, the foe of all the dirt. X — is for — my, } ' ou know you must not tiirt. Y — is for Young, our shark in all our work. Z — is for Zeal, which we must never shirk. —IF. C. B.

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THE VOICES OF THE NIGHT. As I sat within m) ' study, ' Neath the dimly burning light, I lis ' t in silent wonder To the voices of the niiiht. ' (- ' They spoke to me of Heaven Of the wonderful, the fair; They spoke to me of ancients. And the beauties that were there. They seemed to whisper gently And to try to tempt me on ; And my soul, it strove within me, As the voices whispered on. They filled my heart with longing. And there came betore my sight A vision of an angel, Bathed in celestial light. to ' My soul, it strove the harcier. As the vision {:)assed away. My heart was wracked in anguish. And my lips began to pray. I heard a church bell ringing. More dimly burned the light. My ears, they ceased to listen To the voices of the night. — A. Do nelson.