Queens University of Charlotte - Coronet / Edelweiss Yearbook (Charlotte, NC)

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(Elaaa Proptjwg ' 115 Kind Muse! to open the Book of Fate, Where all the secrets of the present state And those of the future lie deeply hidden, To me, poor mortal! the duty given. So I, for thy prophetic aid do plead, Oh Muse! since I all the future would read. Then the kind Muse began singing to me Of what each will be and of what degree. And when the class of ' 05 has stepped in With Mary Jamison will I begin. She is the one with whom you will find That Cupid was so especially kind — In school she was so studious and smart, Then least expected to play this part — Never a minute for social life, Everything seemed a continual strife To get the best marks of all the class, But little we knew the things that did pass, For all, blushes red, and divinely tall, In veil she stood the very next Fall. Annie J. the next in line has for name Far as I can read in the book — the same Dear girl, and an example will give By her own life of how we should live. Uprooting evil, soothing every sigh, Is she best known for in passing by. She will show best Miss Watkin ' s hard work To teach us our duty never to shirk — No better person will there ever be Famed for her goodness and piety. The next as a professor will soar high, Ready to tell things the what and the why. From the beginning you could easily see Very famous for Latin she would be. Strict in her work and always in the right. Thus giving her scholars many a fright, The name, Gertrude Kerr, everybody sings. Not only for this but for many things. When she at last her work shall lay down All the world with her praises will resound. 17

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very differently now, for instead of the work of College we have to consider the work of life. We would not have the reader feel that our work has been all strenuous and that we have been kept constantly grinding. Our teachers have been faithful in giving us opportunities for our social training as well as for our mental develop- ment. We would note especially the pleasures afforded us by the receptions, the visits to friends in town, and occasional attendance at the Academy of Music. Of our attainments in the intellectual line I will not attempt an explanation, for this can best be given by those who have taught us. But if by chance in after years the reader should find our record in the Doomsday Book he will be able to judge for himself as to our acquirements in this line. Perhaps among my comrades may be found some future historian who will record the deeds of those among us whose future life proves worthy of note, or indeed may be founded on the romantic touch seen among the members of our class. But for this I cannot say. A full account of the outcome of our years spent here will be found on the page of prophecy which will reveal our future to the eves of the world. M. J. 16

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And this is the secret the kind Muse said Of Elva McDowell with her blushes red — As a dainty nurse will she draw near To the sick and suffering to ease and cheer. The weary patient awakes from his nap And wishes to see in the little white cap The one who is ever ready to soothe, To comfort, and all rough pillows to smooth. At duty ' s call will she do her best, Thus winning at last a peaceful rest. The business one — Mary Mac — will lie Without Muse ' s help, we all can see. Always busy from morn to night, And for the class as a shining light, Will prove what we each might do, By being to her calling ever true. Upward in her profession will she go And leave all others far below By saying. I ' m busy — haven ' t time. We know McMurray with more rhyme. Oh Muse ! what canst thou prophecy About McFadyen as she passes by. You see her holding all alone And holding the people as on a throne. Why do you sit so silently? Draw near, And the sweetest song you will hear. As a prima donna she reigns supreme, And, listening, you fancy yourself in a dream. Much more than a queen has she done, For her name is on every tongue. A musician will there be in some large place Who hath a sweet and lovely face, Not like in that respect to the men Who in the times gone by could send All such maidens to utter shame That they dare think that their own name Could ever be renowned, but Moore In spite of them just as high will soar, And prove that those that went before Will not be all — there is still Moore. 18