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

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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

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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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If you will go to a certain town, And watch the people riding round, You will see who goes at each call From the sick and wounded — each and all — In any weather — shine or rain — M. Patrick goes to those in pain. We each are glad that we can say : Why, that physician went in my day To old P. C. and made right there A better name than anywhere. Saddler will settle in a country seat, A little school-teacher, trim and neat, Calm as ever with boys who fight, Never gets angry, but shows them the right. Each one of her pupils wishes to be Just as good and quiet and scholarly. Very plainly now we can see, too, Why she never had time much loafing to do, Was preparing to make as great her art As any we held as dear to our heart. There is a lady in society Who outshines us all, so Muse tells me. Her dresses are many, prettily made; To visit her often really paid. She is so bright, happy and gay, Excel her very few there may. At any ball, reception, tea Among the guests there would she be. Miss Wakefield, you would hear them call On every side by each and all. The youngest in the ' 05 class Allowed no older one to pass Her by, and much there might be said Of how she bravely fought for head. In after years she worked right on And proved her talent hadn ' t gone. For the pieces she wrote were many, As well written and good as any Who profess to be greater by far Than Kate — of course, they never really are. A prophet is not without honor Save in his own country and in his own home. —Matt. 13, 57. B. Martin.