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Show THE DIXIE OWL College Think you are well, And all is well with you, Nature will read your thoughts, And make them true. But of all sad words of tongue or pen The saddest are these: It might have been! Now Don has been dressing in Green, Its very becoming, for Ive seen. But students dont you fear For the clothes are borrowed, I hear. you tell who I mean C-a- nt O-- f L-oy- al L-ov- es all the classes ever seen? to Old Dixie here her truly, loves her dear. trying to do his best trying to aid the rest ready for merry sport who owns the Judge in G-rav- E-v- C-la- er ss court. n! surely you ought to know that class that grows and grows. there are only five by them is kept alive. ut S-in- ce Third Years Did you go to the Junior Prom.? Well I guess I did, I wouldnt have missed that for a mint. Well have to hand it to those Juniors for showing us a time. Theres no goats in that Junior bunch. Did you sit in the cozy cor- ner? The waving ceiling, of red and white hearts, was the most fetching decoration that ever met my gaze. I want to get one of those programs and send it home. This was the conversation heard after the Junior ball, which was one of the biggest social events that has been given in the There Dixie Normal College. were fat, lean, short, tall, old, young, light, dark, grouchy, jovial and even wall flowers and butterflies, there; and every student who did not. attend will be forever explaining why he stayed away. Sfc The experiences of our two former years of school have caused us to begin to think that education is not so much for the accumulation of a host of facts as it is to know how to use them. We are beginning to realize that truth or knowledge is of no value whatever, unless it is applied. In school instead of asking, What do we know? we should ask, as we do in life, What can we do? Second Years Our Petition To Saint Peter: As we to that Heavenly gate, Loud and swiftly wend our way, Will you listen to us, Peter, As our entrance fee we pay? When we started forth in school life Happy were we light and gay, Earnest in our every effort, Waiting for them all to say, Thats the brightest class we have here, They will ere long reach the goal, For their hearts are firm and steady, Honest, pure, and true their souls. Well, we tried and proved not wanting, As thus far in life weve run. Listen to our record, Father, Pure and bright as yonder sun. In the basket-bal- l and dances Never hanging far behind, In debating, hear me, Peter, Listen to me speak my mind. Did you hear our boys expound ing their knowledge fine? From unpolished ore they plucked it, As though gold from out the mine. As to intellect, Ill tell you, Peter we are always there With the best goods to be gathered. Peter, have we paid our fare? Weigh us in the balance, Peter, The good you know will keep us down. Then dear father, view our victories; Good-by- e Peter, you cant frown. To the school Alice. Another proof of our efficiency was shown when Marion Gates and Julius Herman won the high school championship for debating. The question was: Resolved, That President Wilson did Right in His Dealings with Huerta. The Sophomores took the negative side of the question and certainly did it justice. We are proud of our boys and feel sure that the Dixie will yet be honored by them. First Years These are the gifts I ask Of thee, Spirit serene: Courage to face the road, Good cheer to help me bear (he travelers load, And for hours of rest that come between, An inward joy in all things heard and seen. These are the sins I fain would have thee take away: Malice and cold disdain. Hot anger, sullen hate, Scorn of the lowly, envy of the great, And discontent that casts a shadow gray, On the brightness of the day. Henry Van Dyke. |
