Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Class of 1904. •• As You Like ll. C.l.cKs; M,,l I ' urplu anil Wliilc. •■ Cms inneiis iter Fi,(iui:u: ioleL cerso M. will rMIJ.I. liONI) PiiisihiM I ' ' V W. IIAVW „, l ' K,:sn„M I.II.A Ma.LEAX S,c,KKTA,n ANNIE 1.ANU Tkkaslk, K DAIS ' I). K(;r,LKSTO. HisT(iKi, N Katk KAX r;KMAX Hn.A liKnus llMLris liunu n CitAc i: HuriwN- Anmi; Ci akk 1.1 ( V HAVW.H,!. SAIIIK SI.CIAN- DaISV Ck) V I ' AN-SV FlCTXI.U Anmi; Land l-Nii;!.! i; ( -lii:uin Kl III I ' llvc.N ■ i ' iiii. Lnm I.II.A M . Ll X.,n rii,ii K will I.I N Smiiii Senior- Junior Students. liK.s.sii: C(i 1-N(;t(in Miwii L,,i Klll I ). n (,nss MiiirniN Irregular Students. JiiTA Ltmkhiik.i . nnii: .Sai. .m, n .M.iTiii; I.iim; . h K Mn.iRI. ].I Ali .Sti;|-|,i. Ai.K 1. Lan(,iiiiI(Ni: Li.is.miktii H.irsinN Wim.ik Piimiii-ktiin Annii Ki:hni;k luiN.i Mc Ka( hkhn Special Students. l.DIS l.riNI, Ma Fn.Knuli Kl.l .Ani-Tll JllVNI.H HlUTdN Al.HA MAUSII 22

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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

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CLASS OF 1904 AND SPECIAL STUDENTS.