Miller School of Albemarle - Blue Ridge Blast Yearbook (Charlottesville, VA)

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The Blastecl Staff The editors of the Annual lay fainting in their chairs, There was lack of strength for writing, there was dearth of all ideas: But a comrade stood beside them, while their knowledge, cbbed away, And paused with pitying glances to hear what they might say. A fainting editor faltered as he took that comrade's hand, And he said: I never more shall see my own, my native land, Take a message and a token to my schoolmates large and small, For I belong to Miller-Miller in Albemarle. Tell my schoolmates and companions, when out of doors they go, To read this Annual's pages on lawn or portico, That we wrote and wrote quite bravely, and when the ' BLAST, was Full many a worn out editor lay pale beneath the sung And 'mid the weak and fainting, there were some who bore the spots Of ink-stains on their hands and face, the last of many blotsg And some were young, and suddenly in their life's morn did fall. And all had come from Miller-Miller in Albemarle. I see the long line swept along, I hear or seem to hear, The college songs we used to sing, the long yells loud and clear, And through the lawn so shady, and round about the hill, I hear the Ex-Boys singing with voices loud and shrill, The girls' eyes are upon us as they passed and gave their ' grin ' To several fellows all at once, they thought it was no sin. The little scenes we sweetly and tenderly recall, But we 'll meet no more at Miller-Miller in Albemarle. His trembling hand grew faint: he'd been writing one whole week, His pen dropt from his grasp-he sighed and ceased to speak. His comrade tried to rouse him, but not a word he'd say- The BLUE RIDGE BLAST staff editors had fainted dead away! The larnplight burned forth dimly, and calmly shone around, In every .corner of that room poor editors were found, Yes, calmly on that worn out lot, the lamplight spread its pall On the staff of the BLAST at Miller-Miller in Albemarle. ' R. C. B 161 N done EALE JR

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