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

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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.

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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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Farewell to Ethics dull and drear, To French and Latin too. Farewell to History this self-same year, And, Psychology, farwell to you. No more your pages I will scan, Once, then again, but all in vain. With fainting heart and trembling hand, To find what knowledge I may gain. No more your lessons I ' ll recite. No more your problems I will try; No more your theories deep though right, But to them all now say Good-bye. M. P. 20