Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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SENIOR CLASS POEM. To yuu, I) viiicclad walla of brick. That look out through the trembling leav And you, O pillars, strong and white, Reared high above the tallest trees, 1 dedicate my faltering song. I pray you to inspire my pen That (ifttimes fails in writing doivn The thoughts that course throughout my And give my faulty effort grace To please the eyes of ten wlio clKise Me forth from out the rest to speak In simple words some things of them. HA -I.I. Diii.i;- Jk: mi: Mai ' .ici, Pciwr.i.i,. Two happy years our chief has spent Among the halls and shaded groves Where squirrels leap from bough to Ixiugh; And we in naming o ' er the ten, Have chosen her as best of all, That she should lead us through one year, (Jur last, to hoped-for victory. Our Hazel, may she never lose The memory of these happy days, And as she goes forth into life The best wish we can send with her Is may she never meet with love Less true than that we freely give. .Second of rank, of thee 1 sing The sweetness of thy gentle ways. Nor less the zeal that thou hast shown In laboring through the toilsome years to reach the goal. MMill M.wii Sim .Sweel myrtle, Hower of rose ' s hue. Thou art no sweeter than our flower That bears thy name. Our flower is sweet With joy and lo e. K. THEKINE liEKNAKD HlLl.. And one there is for several years Has been our comrade and our friend. Wh o last year held the place of chief, And is beloved by us all. Kair Kate, did our fame as a class Depend upon thy work alone. We were the best class here for years ; ' T would make the walls surprised to see What laurels would adorn our brows. Ikenk Lacv. Ne, t she who dwells without our walls Is not less near because so far, And not less trusted, since she holds What some less learned than ourselves Would prize the most, our worldly store. Our hoard ranks not with Croesus ' s wealth, Nor any modern millionaire ' s, I5ut what we have we trust to her, OiM- Irene, our fair treasurer.

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vine-clad window he sat in liis rustic cart, amid liis shining cans. And Fannie, above, descending- a rickety rope-ladder. ]iresented a picture of beauty seldom seen. Hut half-way to the bnttuni — alas for true love! alack the dav! — her foot caught and she tumbled head down, feet up, into a three-gallon can of milk. He drew her up by a foot ; he took her out and emptied her ; but all was in vain. Love ' s martyr ! And the last was to be my fate. Witli what trembling- eagerness I watched the revolutions of the shaking-jelly. How with straining eyes I peered into the crystal sides that went by. With what bated breath I waited. At last — at last, it showed signs of settling, but suddenly, to my horror and consternation, the Angel of Destinv reached out her alabaster arm. took tlie jelly, and ate it before I could .gasp out a remonstrance. . nd I am left to brood longin.gly over the page in the Book of Fate which I can never turn. I, alone of the ten, know not where my star is to set, nor how ' the flower of my life is to wither. And if, O gentle reader, you should ever have the misfortune to consume at supper a ten-sided shaking-jelly, which does not agree with you, may your nightmare never be that you write a Senior Class Prophecy. The Prophet.

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Etta Fekkbef. Pf.ack. Sweet one, whose praises next I sing;, Thy liquid brown eyes speak to mine, Thy soul responds to my soul ' s need. And with strong love I cling to thee. Thy name expresses rest and :alm. Thy nature lies too deep for strife, And in the storm of after-life May thy soul safely breast the waves. Annh: DriJi-Kv ( ' .ri:en. Fair writer of our history, Whose hair shines with a hidden gold, May thy pen write complete success. No blots upon our record ' s page. But victory won, the goal attained. And ten girl graduates made at last. Hi.LKN Vn. Kam.kv. Loved one from Old Dominion ' s clime. With cheeks of apple-blossom ' s tint. Thy ringlets each enfold a heart. And nine soft curls enwrap niir own, Forever to be held as thine. FaNNIK MvATT FciKT. Frances, last but never least, Thv third name expresses strength. He our stronghold through the year And bear our memories through thy life. My class is dear unto my heart, And in the years that are to be The magic numbers, 1903, Will ne ' er from out my mind depart. In future years of life ' s fierce storm A breath from any jasmine vine Will stir sweet memories that are mine, And lull my spirit into calm. A llash of gold, a hint of green, Will cheer my soul and make it strong To do the right and shun the wrong ' Mid this life ' s ever-changing scene. And in some far-off future time, When golden hairs no longer show. And once black locks are white as snow May we all come together here : Fach others ' faces once more see, And when we all our lives relate. Whatever may have been our fate. May we have honored 1003. Class