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

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§ miir OIkBH For many a year we ' ve journeyed up the heights That lead to knowledge, and, perhaps, to fame; We ' ve worried, toiled, and oft lost sleep of nights Upon the Honor Roll to get our name. The way has oft seemed hard, and sometimes, too, The game not worth the candle, to our weary eyes; The mists of indolence obscured the view, And caused us to forget the far-off prize. But still we ' ve struggled on, through thick and thin, Though hearts of ours are sometimes aching heavily; In spite of Ethics flunks occurring now and then. We ' ve always plodded on steadily. And now the end, long looked for, heaves in sight (The longest day has always a tomorrow) Commencement soon will shine out from the night. We ' ll reap the good of all our toil and sorrow. So when at last we leave this college dear, We ' ll go with conscience free from care. Our years of work and hardship have not been in vain. We ' ve done our best what more to do is there? Mary Owen, ' 08 27

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For the last time we meet on this campus once more, The campus dear, where we ' ve oft walked before, But now we come with a purpose new Our childhood days for the last time to view. Chorus : Here ' s to the class of 1908, The dear old rose and grey, We hope to carry all honors off When we leave here in May. We ' ll take our hoops, and in cap and gown. We ' ll gaily roll them up and down. And when with this day ' s work we are past. We ' ll meet no more as a Senior class. (Chorus). No more will we wear the cap and gown. No more will we proudly walk the town. And soon from this college forever we ' ll pass But we ' ll always love our Senior Class. (Chorus). Mary Owen, ' 08. 26

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The fire burned low. There was no Hght in the room save the soft warm glow of twilight and I was dreaming, dreaming. It was the faces of the Seniors, my classmates, that I saw in the coals that night ; because the reali- zation that I must part from them soon was upon me, and I was longing for a glimpse into the future of us all; and hoping that our lives might not be like Ships that Pass in the Night. But, suddenly, my dreams were interrupted, for the door swung open softly, and (she whom the girls call The-Lady-on-Top-the-College ) the tall white lady from on top the college glided in. I know that thou art in a dreaming mood to-night, and thy heart being young, it has no fear, so I shall give thee a glimpse into the future of thy class, 0, little daughter of mine, because I see that ' it is for that that thou art longing. See ' st thou that bunch of acorns, perfect acorns made out of coals? And if thou wilt get them, I will read the future of thy class for thee; for in each acorn there is the prophecy of some member of thy class. But thou must get them with thy fingers. 1 looked at her wonderingly. She was beautiful standing there in the twilight. She was beautiful, and her beauty fascinated me. Without knowing, without caring, I dived into the coals with my fingers and, lo, they were not burned! This was indeed a most wonderful night! I broke off an acorn and handed it to her. She opened it and read : Maude Wilkins, from her exquisite sense of humor, shall marry a humorist, made after the style of Ralph Bingham, and shall traverse the country with him, growing fat from laughing at his jokes. Opening another acorn she read: Lillie Rozzelle, after leaving college, shall go to New York to visit her brother for a while. A New Yorker shall become infatuated with this sweet-voiced, soft-eyed Southern maid and— well, Lillie shall decide to stay in New York! Again, she read: Louise Davis, the Bird, shall earnestly endeavor to fiy away as a missionary, but,