Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Snasta to tlir iFarulty This is the time of the year For good wishes and good cheer, So fill up The loving cup, And toast all those we hold dear. Here ' s to our President, who is in his glorv When telling his girls an old war story. To our I ady Principal wc ' 11 now give a toast For in time of dire need, then she ' s worth a great host. . Here ' s to our English Master and Poet, iJ He ' s trained us in verse, but perhaps we don ' t show it. Here ' s to the one who can always foretell When we ' 11 miss our hard lessons, or say them full well. Here ' s to Dr. Moment, so good and so wise. Whose eloquence lifts us right up to the skies. lere ' s to one who is found in the laboratory; Popularitv, beauty — that ' s an old, old story. Here ' s to Miss Jones, with her winning smile, And enough good nature to stretch a mile. Let ' s drink to her who teaches Expression ; For she forgives us our every transgression.

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r r f ar r Dear Friends : Please be real gDoi to m;, I am only five years old, and I ' ll try to do better when I get older. It ' s the funniest thing, every year I have a new set of nurses -they call themselves some big names, E-D-I-T-O-R-S, I believe — and I certainly must give them a heap of trouble. My! you just ought to hear them scrapping over me. Why you can hear them all over the house. Some of them want me to be one way, some another way, and they call me dreadful names, too. I don ' t like them much, even if it was all for my good, and I was real glad when they sent me away. Don ' t you see I need somebody to be nice to me? Won ' t you? Respectfully yours, THE ANNUAL. P. S. — Oh yes, I must have been mighty sick just before they sent me off, for they sat up with me for two or three nights, rial l,iit If I hadn ' t been awful sick they wouldn ' t have tip-toed around so, and been afraid to make a noise. P. S. — Another reason why I know I was sick, is, they gave me two or three great big bottles of jokes that tasted bitter and burnt my throat, some history pills, and other bad medicine. N. B. — I ' ll have a new set of nurses next time. I killed every one of them this year; but I couldn ' t help it. Don ' t ( ; vr be an ANNUAL.

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And now, my friend, till up your glass, And drink to the head of the Chorus Class. Here ' s to our fiddler with golden hair, Who can make 3 ' ou feel as though treading on air. Here ' s to our darling little Miss Mabel; Although she is small, you will find she ' s quite staljle. Here ' s to Miss Sexsniith, with knowledge to burn, When we want information, ' tis to her that we turn. Here ' s to Miss Abernethy, whom children adore. May she live long, and prosper, and have trouble no more. Here ' s to Miss Leipold, our artist is she Who hails from fair Germany, over the sea. Here ' s to Mrs. Dungan, so small and so neat. The girls all agree that she ' s lovely and sweet. Here ' s to Dr. Haywood, who makes lots of jokes. But oh, the concoctions that down us he pokes! Here ' s to the man who presides over all. When we play the piano, elocute, or just squall. Then here ' s to fair Peace, long, long may she stand A joy and a blessing throughout all the Southland. Elsie Griffi.n.