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

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Juniors

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A Soldier to the Rescue I wondered lonely beneath the trees My feverish spirits fanned by the breeze; I was down in the mouth, I was feeling blue: Exams were over, I hadn ' t got through ; I had wanted to pass for my mother ' s sake; I had thought and thought of excuses to make; I had pondered oft for many a day, ' Till my worn out brain had gone astray; I ' d recited charms with incense that ' s rare Crammed many books for a week, and torn my hair. Now the whole thing was over, my doom was cast. Tho ' I ' d hoped to be Senior up to the last, I was forced to give up in blank despair — Just then a ripple, a swirl in the air And close by ' neath the large pine tree A soldier rose up and nodded to me; He winked his eye ; he gave me a look, Why all alone in this shady nook? Then I told him my tale as 1 have thus to you ; He laughed and laughed as tho ' it weren ' t true. ' You ' re not of my set, you ' re not of my class, But why in Sam Heck can ' t you use my pass? Minnie B. Doar. ( )

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Sophs are we, — Yes, very wise, (Of course, ' tis true, don ' t lift your eyes;) Perhaps you ' ve noticed in everything How they are always in the ring; Or happily have seen in basket-ball Merry Sophs the victors o ' er all. On all occasions, loyal, true, — Rise up, you must admit that, too. Everyone drink, and loudly roar Sophomore! 0, Sophomore! Grack Monroe (13)