Oakhurst Collegiate School - Acorn Yearbook (Cincinnati, OH)

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Lo! Who is this that approaches? And it is-I see their faces Hair grown Wild and eyelids quivering, Tired yet happy, loved and blasia. Bending now o'er pen and paper? Frances Harmon, once so modest, Why that DOiSE from over yonder? Now before the world her stories. h'Votes for women-votes for womenW Dressed in mannish coat and collar Why that Wild shriek heard on May street? Is our classmate Aggie Evans, Margaret Butler fast appearing, Quoting from a ponderous volume, Dressed in fashionhs latest warning. On the lot of downtrod women. Now she slips but pushes onward, NOW she 03115, qym teaching dancing Where is slim and sylph-like Libby? To a man most fascinatingh Not that fat and plump toe-dancer'! Couldnht get here any sooner. N013 that large one over yonder Who is rivaling Pavlowa'! Ah! those dressy ladies yonder, Yes, this is the class of fifteen, Smiling, talking, animatedw And these are our dear old classmates, Who but Nat and Dot could be so? Older now and grave alumnae. E. R. K., ,15. 13

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lNEw THOUGHT LL PC. I AN this be the class of ofteen? Could these be our dear old classmates? Once so sweet and simply girlish, Now so rich and rare and racy; Gathered on the lawns of Oakhurst. Come again for a reunion. Raps for order now our leader Libby King, it is no other, Brow severe and calmly certain; In her hand a pennant holding, Womanos Sphere writ in gold letters. By her side another standing, Dress of black and badge of silver, oTis no other than F. Crozier, In her hand a volume holdingo Poems on the new thought movement. PROPHECY OF 1 9 1 5 And there is our little Terry, Once romantic, now domestici And so plump, so fair, complacent. She speaks wisely of housekeeping To a tall and flashy stranger. Surely from the stage sheos wandered, Ah! My faith, otis dear old Carrie, Willow plumes all bravely nodding, Lily hands so wildly waving. Over there sit two sweet spinsters, Holding hands and looking happy; By their side a cat and parrot. Swains came pressing from all nations ooBut we'll be together always, Said those maidens, Jane and Flossy, ooMarry both or leave us single.

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$0069 VALE, 1915 C?Ewas I sleep, I dream, perchance I shall awake To find this wondrous trance a vision reali Sweet, murmured sounds touch soft mine ear, And give me thoughts of magic, Wind-swept harps. Above the rest, a dulcet voice I hear Declare: The South was right, and should have won! Ah, there Kentucky speaks, and none denies. Now to discourse is added faces fair, As down the stairway float those beauteous forms, Twelve lovely maids in dreamlike measure slowi tBurne Jones had smiled in rapture at the sighU. Starlike those faces in their youthful bloom, Enchanting are those voices of my dreamw- But sudden sound of bell doth clash and peali Those angel forms dash madly down the staire ,Tis twelve o' the clock and luncheon is served. I am awake. ,Twas but a happy dream. H. F. K. FRIENDSHIP The mom was gray And I perplexed and drear, And then the sun came out and filled The day with cheer. The evening cold, And I Without a light Until a cloud was rift and one lone star Shone in the night. My life was dark And I oppressed Then God sent me a friend, and now My life is blessed. H F. A. H., '15.