1919 Cedrus Yearbook

19 FRESHMAN POEM Ye people who these pages chance to turn, Pause for a moment, fix your peepers here; Read of the valorous deeds our class has done, And henceforth look on us with awe and fear. Look first on Ernest, he of noble mien, In deeds of bravery he is never last; Once with his car he chased an enemy And raced across the campus dark and vast. Then Tacy, comely maid, divinely tall, Bought all the powder in the villagestore, And used a pound or two day after day, And now she weeps because there is no more. There's Cecil, handsome youth of tender years; In grace and manners he surpasses all; Although he always studies earnestly, His great ambition is to grow quite tall. Our brother Insley has become inspired Since he has lately sailed the dsep blue sea; The ladies like him very, very well, Hence he is happy as a lad should be. Day after day "Joe" urges us to come And climb with her to wisdom's dizzy reak; Farewell, dear one, we wish you all good luck; We cannot go—our carriages are weak. Fortune has favored Edwin most of all, He is the greatest of our little band; If you have ever seen this happy boy, You know that he is destined to expand. Our Margaret is a winsome little ntlid. A joyous, shy, and unassuming child; She loves her Latin and adores her French, About her Rhetoric she is simply wild. Once Robert thought it policy to buy Some chocolate sweets for his best lady friond; He put them in his room and, sad but true. They disappeared and no one knows their end. We are quite fond of our Kentw;ky maid. Our Calla from the land of briers and burs; She looks the whole world in the face and smiles; Would that we all had hearts as true RE her]! For Edith has a light and fickle heart, As changeful as the dews of tinted morn; For each new conquest o'er some gallant youth She leaves a heart all saddened and forlorn. I know not how we'd manage without Ralph; In French he ever is our beacon light; 'Twould touch your heart to hear him rnad in French; His motto seems to be,"Keep up the fight." Kind providence has given us Louise To keep us all from growing old and sad, From basking in the light of midnight oil; Child of our hearts, you make our dark hours glad. Ye people who have fixed your peepers here And find the meaning vague or hard to see, And so cannot appreciate our class, For explanations come to L. A. D. 36 19