Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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The Cricket. Little brother at my hearth. Dear to me your simple mirth ! You beguile with cheery stave Winds through wintry night that rave. Yo2i have charm-eA me back the stars Just beyond the pasture-bars, Where in sunset ' s golden light, Killdees flash their rapiers bright. Pale the beryl west, and chill ; Winds the horn upon the hill : Past the bam, in pine-iuoods tall. Makes the oiul his spectre-call. Songs and sports of long ago Ring around the ingle-glow, Conjured by your wizardry, Happy, living, back to me. Sorrow slumbers, and Regret, Clash your tiny castanet : Little brother ai my hearth. Dear to me your simple mirth ! Henry Jerome Stockard.

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Alma Mater. In the heart of Carolina, ' Neath its skies of blue, Stands our noble Alma Mater, Glorious to view. Classic in her broad proportions. Looks she proudly down — Reared against the arch of heaven With the stars for crown. CHORUS : Lift the chorus, speed it onward ; Let it never cease! Hail to thee, our Alma Mater, Hail, all hail to Peace. Clambering o ' er its walls and columns, Historic ivies twine. As pure love and tenderest memory In our hearts enshrine Days of toil and days of pleasure. Happiness and joy, Hardships, struggles without measure, Days without alloy.

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THE LONG AND SHORT 6aoai fiunra Miss Lottie Morton, with many a frill, Walks the halls the girls to still ; And when she says, Shoo, shoo, shoo, ' What do you reckon the bad girls do ? Miss Cole had a habit. Of taking no excuse; Every favor that was asked Was declined with thanks profuse. Exams, exams, all day do come, Mr. Stockard thinks they are fun, And up they go, for us a throw He thinks that all things we should know. Mr. Dinwiddie, our President, With us always goes ; Perhaps he thinks ' tis wise To keep away the beaux. A sweet little smile, Lived on her face. Right to Miss Jones This smile we trace. Little Miss Sutphen,now what do you think? She took the measles as quick as a wink; She took the measles on a Spring day, Three weeks in the Infirmary she did stay. There was a Young lady And she made us work ' ' Trig. She brought us nice candy, In a box just so big. Do, re, me. fa, dear Mrs. Kean, She was a regular music fiend; Ne ' er was a sweeter lady seen. Do, re, me, fa, dear Mrs. Kean.