1930 Cedrus Yearbook

1 Queen for a Day HAIL! She in her pomp and glory Sits upon her snowy throne, As did those in fabled story On like platforms of their own. See! Her fresh and glowing beauty Makes the world around her fair. Make obiesance. Shall less duty Be her privilege who sits there? Then bend low. For she's Queen of the May For a day. HARK! The fairy trump is blowing. Come her courtiers one by one. See how happily they're going Glad to claim her for their own. Who would not be happy? Sure not He who owns her for his Queen; For his is the joy of springtime; All the May world is his scene. Then bend low. She is Queen of the May For a day. RISE! She rises. She is royal. Let her regal splendor reign. Let her leiges all be loyal. Let no subject sorrow feign. Hers may be a passing kingdom; Hers may be mere temporal power: Matters not. The world will claim her Queen of Beauty for an hour. What is better? For she's Queen of the May For a day. F. M. •••