Mount Vernon Seminary - Cupola Yearbook (Washington, DC)

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GERTRUDE TWEEDY 3416 13th St., W ashington. I). C. Entered 1908. From Central High School, Wash- ington. T. B. V. Class Treasurer. I lay student. SUE W ATSON K AIR MONT, W. V . Entered 1909. From Dwight School, Englewood, X. J. B. T S. Captain “White” Basket-ball Team. President of Lend-a-Hand. Business Manager of Annual. EMILY WINSHIP 1175 Peachtree Road, Atlanta, Ga. Entered 1909. A graduate of Washington Seminary, Atlanta. V. V. Vice-President Optima Club. Secre- tary Lend-a-Hand. Glee Club. Cercle Franqais. As- sociate Editor of Annual. 14

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DOROTI-IV PEET 110 Virginia Ave., St. Paul. Minn. Entered 1909. From St. Mary’s Hall. Fairbault. Minn. V. V. Secretary of Senior Class. Glee Club. Class Historian. Assistant Editor Annual. ELIZABETH SWARTZELL 2117 Bancroft Place, Washington, 1). C. Entered 1909. A graduate of Friends High School. Washington. B. T. S. Treasurer of Junior Class. Optima Club. Secretary Cercle Franqais. Editor-in- Chief of Annual. MARCELLA THOMPSON i“ Hortense Place, St. Louis, Mo. Entered 1909. From St. Mary’s, Notre Dame, In- diana. V. V. 13

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history of 1911 Dorothy Peet In ages past ’neatli smiling summer skies. There wandered often, bards about the land Whose grizzled beards reached almost to the knees So hoary were they, from long journeying. Around the neck there hung a silver lyre, Whereon with trembling fingers they would strike, And in sweet accents tell the well-known tale. They sang of deeds of valor of the land Of kingdoms conquered, battles lost and won. Of knights in armor fighting at the joust, Of damsels fair who proudly smiled on them. No longer are there bards to sing their songs, No longer are there lyres with silver strings To sing of prowess, but the deeds of men Are shut in pages of dust-covered books. But we, in memory of those ancient bards, W ill sing our own songs as they sang of old. We tell how sometimes Fate was very kind And all our deeds were favored; how sometimes, Fate lead us blindly so we lost our way. Like Greeks of old, fierce smitten by the Gods. But through our songs the note predominant Is ever Truth and Immortality; So harken well to Class of Nineteen-Eleven, And glean from our own lips our history. 15