Ohio Wesleyan University - Le Bijou Yearbook (Delaware, OH)

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The lillirror. The mysteries of science, rests Her lever on the truths outhurled At first creation-morng requests No standing place, but moves the world. .I U N I OR. Ye sing of talent? Sure we write Our names on that list by good right. There 's Louie Porter loves to dig Among the hidden wealth of Trig. And measures angles till the grace Dies out and leaves her own sweet face Quite angular, while Clara WVill X And Sarah Chandler talk until 0ne's head aches, about wondrous lines A11d arcs and logarithmic sines. Maria Curtis will put through Whatever she decides to do. VVith toil and talent, too, 'tis vain To guess the height she will attain. Ella Behymer, Flora Sloan, And Lois Cruickshank leave unknown No Latin root. So much at home They prove themselves in classic lore That, should he visit earth once more, NVise Cicero 'd mistake for Rome Our quiet town, and take the College For some old Latin seat of knowledge. Tid Patterson-'tis hard to tell VVhat really is her forte. Right well She does most anything. Tent Clare Of mental gifts has, too, her share. There 's Ella Jones-sprizbt hrntch gang gut, And revels in the mysteries Of Goethe. Winnie Smith would put To shame the great Themistocles In point of memory. The last, I think, wl1o joined our Junior class Is Maggie Hedrick, but we write Her last in neither depth nor lleigllf. 4

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22 The lMliiir'iro1r. N There is no dearth of charms. The sky Drops sapphire lights, along the west The roseate clouds at evening lie, And purple mists enwrap the crest Of skyward-reaching hills. Each vale Is dotted thick with daisies pale. u JUNIOR. Ye sing of beauty? Therels no grace In vale, on hill, i11 asure sky Or rosy cloud, that dares to vie With the beauty of a human face. The lakes that in the forests lie Beneath the star-gemmed midnight sky Darkling and still, are not more black Than are the eyes of Rosa Hack, Or Frankie Hahn. The red-mouth shel Tossed shoreward by the ocean swell Upon the sandy beach to sleep, Can boast no tint more pure, more deep Than can the lips of Mary Ross. Wild roses trailing over moss Are not more fair than Salliels face. And surely with our Eminalsgrace Most ill compare the waving trees, Low-bowing in the summer breeze. And Lily-petals scarce would show 'Gainst Ada Adams' brow of snow. And more: The lovely flower, lake, shell, At best, are roseate, white, and black, The sweetest sweet of beauty lack That something, words can scarce express, Which gives the human face its spell, And perfects perfect lovelines-5. ' MUSES. We sing of mind, that queenliest queen, NVho, from the labyrinthine hall Of her brain-palace send commands To speaking lips and working hands That take no negative. Unseen She weaves her plansthat conquer all I

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The Mirror. MUSI-IS. We very much regret, indeed, We can not sing the Junior Class In flowing verse, but alas, A senior, hopeless else, has need Ot' all our rhyming powers. You see 'T would cruel be to turn away , From her entreaties' heartlc-ssly, For soon will dawn commencement duy JUNIOR. Of course, poetic friends, it right To help the needy, hut 'tis plain VVe 'll not invoke you soon again. We 'll sing our own songs. So good night. el QUEN AVANTTZE WH .- be . W