1927 Cedrus Yearbook

THE CEDRUS 19Z7 ml, liIIfflflfPIflI'lJl As I scanned the bleak gray walls, I discovered a beautiful hepatica, nodding its head in the sunlight, high up on a tiny ledge of stone. Perhaps a sharp gust of wind had borne a tiny seed to that barren spot, where it had clung firmly, and had taken root in the little soil that was there. It had labored and grown until it now stood sturdy and beautiful, an example to the thousands of plants beneath it. Quite often a member of the human family, by faithfully and earnestly using the resources that he has, rises to a plane high above that of his comrades, and becomes a leader of men. From this little hepatica I learned anew that those things which seem to hinder and over-burden one,are often the means by which he becomes more sturdy and more useful to those about him. —C.F. FRIENDS Acquaintances are like the clouds so white, Blown by strong, gay winds to and fro— Swiftly passing forever from our sight, We say,"Good day, good-bye," and then they go. Chums are like the green leaves of Spring, Coming at intervals, staying a day, Leaving without warning when they cease to cling, From the hungry tree they flit away. Friends are like white marble pure, Ready for service and trials anew, Cut and polished, stable and secure— Tell me, what kind of a friend are you? —M.A.C.