1927 Cedrus Yearbook

tV,V'lot'AV V'tV it V 1./ tt ItItIt it ' 192,7 THE CURES 192.7 III utte111111111111111P4 As I near the end of my stroll and am thinking that I have certainly seen enough of human interest to occupy my mind for some time, I see a little old lady attempting to fake up the leaves in her front yard. She is old and bent and her face, deeply furrowed by the plows of Time and Care, still radiates motherly kindness. Now and then, in the course of her laborious task, she stops and leans upon her rake, while a truant tear or two falls upon her gnarled and withered hands. Some wayward son has so heavily drawn upon the heart of that loving mother that now the face value of that ebbing life is only a mortgaged soul. As I have shown in these few illustrations, so every face registers the value of the life of its owner and the world judges each life by the stamp of its value. COLLEGE LIFE Talk about the good old times When we were very small; Just in the lower grades And knew nothing much at all. Talk about our high school days When we were very gay, And had no cares whatever, But were happy all the day. But better than all of these, With all their fun and strife; Best of all the times we've had Is the good old college life. —L.T. —M.D.