Meredith College - Oak Leaves Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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A Pilgrimage of One and Twenty Maydens to the Shrine of Knowledge 111 tliat Vutiiiiuic with its i-c ' c ' Oi ' cles deere, Whit ' lic c ' lepeu men thf greatest tvme of yeere, Bc ' fel that six and tweiitye Freshes greene As lustye as in eontree e ' er were seeiie, From ev ' ry towiie and e ' ry shires ende Of C ' aroh la to Kaleygh did wende, The holy blisful knowdedge for to seke, That them would liolpen when that they were weke. Befel that in that sesoun on a nyglite In Fairelothe Ilalle, in divers garnu ' nts dyghte, Iledy to weuden ou theire pilgrimage, A classe dyd forme with fill devout corage ; Whyl at the walls the Sophomores dyd beete Ful doughty battle with theire mouthes and feete. But natheless, whyl I have tyme and space Er that I ferther in this tale ])aee, Methinketh it aeordaunt to resoun, To telle you al the eondicidtni Of chief of them, so as it seemed me, And whiche they weren, and of what degree. At President than wol I first beginne Who for a yeere should lede the yonge wouieu, ' Twas Loving that theire president was naymed, And for hir music ful she was v-favnied.

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•n ? ym She ducth little kindnessps Which most leave undone or desjii.se. Edphemia Livingston Watson Maxton, N. C. ,=-« - -

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y Miss Ida did they pick to lioldf tlieui straiglite, For with tlie faeultee did she liave weighte. At Kome she hadde been, aud at Boloigiie, In Galice at Seint lame, and at Coloigne. Tor Patrone Seynt they chosed Irish Pat, And aide he gave them more than a curat ; For on hys owne daye, in droghte of Marche The Fresshes greene, with kerchiefs full of starehe, Their Junior friends dyd have to conipaigvne. And entertained them ful merilye. They worked on luitil the sommer sonne Stoode over them, and theire exams, were donne. Each Freeshe hied hir then to hir owne doore, In automne wended back a Sophomore, Save seven maydes, who by the waysyde felle, Aud of them tlier is nothvnge more to telle. But thys parte of theire pilgrimage was harde. And from it tlieye departed battle-scaured. Ful manye ponye nigh to dethe theye rode. And the library was theire constante abode. Math was a thorne that pricked them ful sore, Coltonic English pricked them the more. Btit from thys warfare hadde theye a reste When prankies on the Freshe cheered theire brcste. And whan on contree jaunte dyd theye y-rj de, Ech Sophe with a Seniore by hir syde. Theye knew whan two more yeeres hadde I ' olled arounde 27