Oklahoma Presbyterian College - Ithanna Yearbook (Durant, OK)

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ARARECHANCE I threw a note into the air, It fell to the iloor I knew not where. I looked around in great despair, For I spied it under Mr. Morrison's chair. I wanted to get it but did not dare, Although for his scolding I did not care. I said to myself, ,Tis a dangerous snareg However I must leave it there! At length he was called by a teacher fair. O! this was the opportunity rareg P So I sprang like a lion from his lair, And destroyed the note with a hurried tearg Then threw it out of the window square, And the wind blew it down the thoroughfare. D0 TELL! In the O. P. C. HHall Will be found s6Wha1eS,', 'gGunns , Nails , Potts Hulls and Lemons',. On the outside is a HCrabtree growing which was blighted by the Frost . The 6'Plummer came and gave it a Pound with a Sharp 'iStone which was more than it could stand and it fell into the Hedges,'. 108

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WANTED: H 6 6 H 6 H 6 6 6 6 6 WANT ADS. A bottle of anti-fat.-Anne Semple. A few more privileges.-Juniors. y Some one to talk to over the phone.-Emma Stevenson. A better disposition.-Esther Nash. A little more paint.-Maggie Lemon. Some one to make my eyes behave.-Winnie Lewis. More business down in town.-Lenora Kemp. A professional in the banking business.--Vera Colbert. A man with an auto.-Ru by Potts. A professor in the public schools.-Mary Harrison. Someone to give me a diamond that I can keep.-Ethel Whale A few more Sophomores CPD A lonely Spot near O. P. C.-Mildred Leecraft. Someone else to love.-Anna Shannon. More inspiration for writing poetry.-Dorothy Whitney. To be a great pianist.-Ava Adams. More Livy.-Lillie Atwell. 109

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7 mfeinell, We came to this College four long years ago, CAnd all the world knows that all Freshman are greenl, Our chief aim in life, a diploma to showg Degrees were so great, to our poor seventeen, We took some hard knocks, but the Freshies may know We're through with the lessons that troubled us so. The next year, as Sophs, we returned in our pride, New wisdom, new folly, some work, and more play, We found, with no classes above to derideg Alas! all too swiftly the years sped away. Of course there were troubles, but, Sophomores, know We're through with the Latin that bothered us so. More sober we grew, when as Juniors found Hard work was the fate that we could not evade. Still, fun was not banished, and all the year round We worked, but no harder, I fear, than we played. Oh, Juniors, take heed, that you surely may know We're through with the problems that worried us so. As dignified Seniors Qthat's rather a jokej, We're reaching at length the fair goal of the past. It's not the bright star we so proudly bespoke, Yet we are content with the gaining at last. The days will soonpass, and the Seniors will know We're through with the studies that tried us all so. Some fell by the way, some new faces we seeg Nine of us are waiting Commencement's glad hours, A field in the world for each girl there will be, A harvest for each,--V-whether nettles or flowers. Then we will be glad for our training, we know, Full thanks to the College that helped us all so. Farewell to our teachers, our classmates, our friends, Farewell to the memories, pleasant and dear. Old ties must be broken: new aims and new ends Are urging us forward: hope's star is still clear. We love you far more than we ever did know. Farewell, our dear College, that troubled us so. -Do1zo'rHY WHITNIEY, '14 1 l 1