Randolph Macon College - Helianthus Yearbook (Lynchburg, VA)

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ELEANOR FOOTE BLACKWELL ENTERED INTO LIFE MAY 29TH 1912

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Sin Sippreciutiuli XYe. who are stuclents of Ranclolph-Maerin XVoman's College. share with our precleeessors in this plaee the precious privilege of an intimate rela- tionship with one of the greatest men of this generation. 'l'he most thoughtless among us is wise enough to know that Dr. Smith was a man far too large for the measure of our minds. XVe rehearse his qualities-his energy, his mighty will, his sweet, forgiving charity, his seltlessness, his Christian humility, his serene faith--anrl we realize we can not know how mighty was the force that movecl among us. llut, as we seek to pay him a trihute that shall he uniquely ours. we lincl one thing is Fully elear--his ahicling ancl per feet tencler- ness for us as inclivifluals. 'l'hough, in these later years, it was not possihle for him to know us all 'hy name, yet he earriecl eaeh one in a heart which never eallecl us the stuclent hotly hut always my girlsfq' So, not unappreeiative of the material things he wrought for them, nor unminclful of the superh lessons of his life ancl of his glorious passing to a Fuller life. his girls would yet hold most rlear the memory of a tenclerness that wrought its true memorial in human lives.

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i bali an' us The Freshmen all fuss of their Latin and Math: From Soph'mores comes never a laughg The Juniors and Seniors may all have their woes, But they're care free compared with the Staff. The faculty, too, have their troubles galoreg Athletics, Y, NV. and I-iallg There're parties to give and there're plays by the score, And everything worries them all. But worse than the burdens of these, we can Gnd The woes of this tormented Staiifg Of any and every and various kind, Of their sorrows we eouldn't tell half. Of prices and prints and engravings we rave. Till others just laugh while we groang Do flexible backs or stiff leather cost most? Can we ever agree on the one? Then weary but willing the hours we spend On that wonderful, heart-rending store Of poems and stories our friends all send in- liut, alas! the next day brings still more. There're pictures to take and there're ads to get. And write-ups to suit every call, There're posters to make and the jokes, and yet lt seems we will never get all. Oh, ours is a sad and a solemn fate, We work and we struggle and learn. Our book goes to press and we breathe free again, Till the works of our genius return. The annual has come, let's see what it's likel' Oh, why did they not do it right P l'm sure I could do lots better than that. Those drawings are simply a sight. VVill this be the greeting our labors will get, Or will it be just the reverse? Do give us a little of praise if you can, For remember, it might have been worse. So, reader, just think when this book you have read How toilsome tlietlwurs we've passed throughg NVe've worried and worked till we've nigh lost our wits, lglut we'd do it again just for you. K.'VI'IEllEl.l,lE lCu.n 8