Rawlings Institute - Hits and Bits Yearbook (Charlottesville, VA)

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A MID IGHT ESCAPADE BOARDING school, not far away, was once the scene ot t wely unusmg event One mfrht lftel tht ten oclock . . . . A . i g . , i , i bell had rung, which meant for us to go quietly to our little beds and put all the lights ont, my room-lnatc and I were aroused by a tap on the door, and a Ghostly Figure appeared 011 the threshold, and in a whisper invited us across the hall to l1er room to feast. Now as feasts do not come on every day of the week, we accepted her invitation with alacrity. NVhen we reached the Banquet ,llall we found several more Ghostly Figures. The light was turned on and the fun began in earnest. I suppose in our enjoyment of the good things, we fhrgot to be ve1'y quiet, anyway after a time we heard footsteps approaching. C0l1fllSl0l1 reigned! The light was put out, the door was locked, and then such a rush under the bed, table, chairs, into the ward- robe, anywhere at all I When the footsteps reached the door not a sound was heard except a stray giggle from under the far corner ofthe bed. After trying in vain to wake the occupants of the room, the footsteps slowly receded down the hall. And when all was quiet once more we crawled out of our hiding places and tiptoed to our rooms. , ' ' NVe had scarcely gotten to our rooms and gotten quiet when we heard stealthy footsteps on the tin roof outside our window. Very soon three or four of the Ghostly Figures came rushing witl1 white scared faces, exclaiming, There,s a man on the rooflv One Ghostly Figure, braver than the rest, went to the window to make sure it was fastened. .lust then the mann stepped right by the window. Every Ghostly Figure rushed out in the hall and screamed at the top of her voice. In a very few minutes the hall was full of seantily clothed Figures, even more ghostly looking than ourselves, with hair done up in curl papers, and tipping softly about lest they might accidently strike a naughty taek. Every one was talking at once, no one knew what was wrong. One lady, thinking the house was on fire, thought she would save her dearest possession, which was a switch for her hair. Some one suggested, it' it was a real sure enough man, to catch him and preserve him in alcohol as a specimen. One Ghostly Figure peeped through the shutters, and saw, not a man but a mf, having gotten out on the roof, was perambulating around looking for a place to sleep. The Figure immediately reported that a cat was on the root, but our worthy matron, being slightly deaf, thought she said calf, and her orders were instantly issnred It is nothing but a calf on the roof' fro to 2 2 s your 1'ooms at once. It was with eased minds all the Figures trooped to their rooms, and quiet once more reigned supreme. It is still the joke of the season, and whenever we hear any- thing unusnal we always say, 'f It is nothing but a calf ' J. C. S.

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TENNIS CLUB C. JENNINGS. M. NEWMAN. C. BAILEY. M. I. RICIIESON. DR. MOORMAN. W. TRIPPLETT. ELOISE CARPENTER. MISS WOOD. I. EVANS. N. JESSEE. PROF. DARGAN. E. HOLLADAY. M. M. JENNINGS. MISS S. EUBANK. MRS. JONES. MISS ANDERSON B. EVANS. L. I-IOLLADAY. MISS KNIGHT. MISS DAVIS. M. I . RICI-IESON. I OFFICERS I'nESlnl+:N'1', FANNIE B. KENDALL. BUSINESS INIANAGER, NANNIIC BINFORD Snclu-rum' AND Tlzmslrlclfzxe, -- MEMBERS E. FINN. J. WILLIS. N. TWYMAN. M. MOTLEY. E. TRIPPLETT. E CARPENTER MASTER TRIBBIJE

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Before the boom of civil war I-lad through the South resounded, Like muttering'tlnmders from afar That scare awav each timid star, The Institute was founded. She lived and llonrished twenty years, Then changed her maiden name, To circle in still wider spheres, Known by the name that now appears To give her endless fame. The Institute delights to take Virginia's H,Lf1'C0ll0Hl2H lass, And in her very being make A gentlcness and grace awake i That nothing can surpass. The new girl eomes, perhaps, untaught ln cultnre's pleasing trend- llowever sweet and pure in thought, She ean't appear just as she ought Nl'ithout a guide and friend. The lirst few days are often spent In longing thoughts of home, But nature softly heals the rent, For new friendships restore content, No matter where we roam. No frienship has a sweeter charm Than that which takes its rise From strolling sweetly arm in arm, lVith elass-mates, when the d:1y IS warm, Beneath our Southern skies. The brightest sun that ever shined llas sunken in the XVest, The blithest maid of gayest mind ln sorrow sometimes has repined- llas sometimes been distressed. o the Glass of 1902. For dillieulties often rise To block the studentls way, But she who hopes to gain her prize Must dig to where her treasure lies. If she would win the day. A studeut's cares are seldom great Until her linal year, And with a sure, increasing weight They then begin to aggravate, And breed a world of fear. She then, perchance, with true regret Looks backward o'cr her past, And counts the sums she failed to And wonders if there can be yet A hope for her at last. ller past life now is but a span, ller school days nearly spent, She loves to meditate and plan On matrimony and the man On whom her heart is bent. With puzzled brain she works along Till graduation day, NVhen out before the list'niug throng She sings her graduation song In such a winsome way, That hearty cneores, shouts and eheei Proelaim her praises loud, Till she, a second time, appears l'pon the stage to please the cars Of her enraptured erowd. The faithful student wins a prize Un graduation clay, For earth becomes a paradise To every mind that's truly wise ln lVisdom's holy way. S3 get lVhen graduation day is past, And she's about to start For home, her pulse beats doubly fast, For farewell partings always cast A shadow in the heart. She knows that she's about to leave The friends sbe's learned to love, And how it makes her spirit grieve 1' No more thev'll meet from that last eve . . u 7 Tlll in the eourts above. True, here and there, throughout their d Old class-mates meet again 5 But, just as true, there are always Some missing faces-this o'erlays The pleasure with a pain. A few more weeks, and you will see That mother of your love, And Rawlings Institute will be As lonely as the shoreless sea To Noah's wearied dove. Uh, gentle Future, ever bless The members of this class lVith hope and joy and happiness, NVith perfect health and sure sueeess, As years and decades pass. A maiden, like a lily fair That springs from out the sod, Becomes, when reared with proper care, And l1lll'llll'Ctl by a mother's prayer, The masterpiece of God. nys ll. C'.t