Meredith College - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Glass Poem. The worthy struggle ' s o ' er, The victory we have won, All glory crowns the class of nineteen four, Tho ' our lives are just begun. High our standard has been, Excellence or nothing, In our school-days, midst their rush and din, From the top our voices ring. To great heights we shall soar, Great aims we ' ll have in life, The members of the class of nineteen and ' four, Fully equipped for the strife. Let it be our watchword, Now and forever more, Our deeds shall always be nobler when are heard Those grand words nineteen four. A flash of blue and gold, Magic colors that they are, Shall always bring back to us days of old, When we view them from afar. To our Alma Mater dear, To her all credit ' s due, For our pleasures and achievements here, At grand old B. F. U. We ' ll rally ' round her standard, To recall the days of yore, When each, older grown, will turn her regard Towards the day of nineteen four. 19

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halls, plans for a gymnasium and swimming pools, well-organized athletic teams, and the first college Annual. Now we begin our march through strange and wonderful lands, a band of eight, soon to be parted right and left to complete our journey all alone. Did I say alone ? Perhaps not all alone, for one member of the class will most likely be accompanied by a captive chieftain from the land of Science. May the bond be such that no succeeding class may have to surmount the obstacles that we have climbed over, or come so near the limit of the pass. The way has been dark, but with magic lights some have made their way, while others groped in darkness. Many provinces have been conquered, namely: Algebra, Geometry, Trig- onometry, Biology, Chemistry, Physics, Astronomy, French, German, Latin, Greek, History, Literature, and Philosophy, with unsurpassed honor for some one, and in many cases for all, in each province. But the nearer the end the more diffi- cult the way, for cuts can not be bridged ; but those who pass the cuts will wear the stately robe, and as a merit of success and fame the ivy planted by the Univer- sity walls will ever grow and cling. 18

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Prophecy of Class of ' 04. fl O one, of course, had ever doubted but that our Class of ' 04 would make a 4-51 most brilliant record, and do for the State — nay, I might even say for the whole United States — what no other graduating class from the B. F. U. had ever done. But- who should have believed that as I stood nursing a sick man that I was entertaining, not angels, to be sure, but friends, unawares! Yes, I had been nursing Mr. Gainsborough for nearly a week, when one day he asked me to write to his wife for him. This I did gladly, and explained to her his condition as nearly as I could, and at the close signed Miss Ferguson as his day nurse. To my amazement, on the very next day I received a reply to my note, and from whom should it be but my old classmate, Maggie Lewis, now Mrs. Gains- borough ! She was surprised that I did not remember meeting Mr. Gainsborough at the swell reception the Class of ' 05 gave us at B. F. U., and equally as much surprised that I, too, had not joined that innumerable matrimonial caravan of which she had long since been a member. She urged me to write her a long letter telling her all about our old classmates, as she presumed spinsters like myself had much more time to keep up with the outside world than those preoccupied with little household and wifely cares as she herself was. And indeed I had prided myself on at least locating each of our number, and so I sat down and wrote her : Johns Hopkins Hospital, May 10, 1909. My dear Maggie: Since you have called my attention to it, I do remember that fine-looking, broad-shouldered man whom you invited to that Junior Reception, but it has been qui te a while since then, and I did not expect to see him here in the hospital, afflicted with appendicitis. He, however, bore his operation well and is now re- covering rapidly. As to our Class, I shall have to scold you because of your utter neglect of them, for I really think you might at least have kept up with Mattie Haynes and her wonderful discovery. Did you not read in the last Medical Journal that she had determined by