Peace College - Lotus Yearbook (Raleigh, NC)

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Wait Till the Clouds Roll By. On the fifteenth of September, 1904, the people of our capital city were sorely distressed over the condition of their town. From the amount of salt water rushing down its streets, one would have thought Raleigh was Venice in ruins. The sound of the mighty howling waters rushing with accelerated velocity down the principal thoroughfares terrified the inhabitants to such an extent that, for the moment, they forgot that this was the annual overflow of tears from the Freshman entering Peace. When the eyes of these poor little Freshies had recovered from the red stage and had resumed thei r natural color (green), they were taken over to several Dress Parades in West Raleigh. Great benefit was derived from these visits, and the soldier-like attitude of the A. and M. ' ers encouraged them to keep a stift upper lip and bear the taunts of their deadly enemies — the Sophomores. When the aniversary of the direful calamity of 1904 came ' round, the citizens of Raleigh were in a state of horrible suspense, for the Weather Bureau had predicted a repetition of the preceding flood. But their prayers were answered, and, instead of the destructive torrents, there came a gentle shower of fresh water. Mother earth held up her head to receive the sparkling drops as they fell ; the trees held up their leaflets to be refreshed; the whole citv rejoiced in the great benefit rendered it. The few tears shed in secret by the little Freshmen return- ing to Peace as Sophomores were soon brushed away, and, from the Freshman ' s point of view, those big headed Sophs were too hardened in their mischief and meaness to have a tender feeling much less to weep. Nineteen-six rolls around — opening day at Peace — hot and sultry. The lowering clouds suggest to the Raleighites that something unusual has hap- pened, but it takes wise people to know that the big headed Sophs are back once more as haughty Juniors. They are at last too dignified to cry, and it is only the thought of leaving home that clouds their horizon. They feel that by hard work they are nearing the goal long desired, and they hope that next year, as Seniors, their clouds may disperse and disclose a glorious sun.