. Hacawa . lve years the whole South will be stirred by the musicalfestivals given in all the different states. The citizens of Hickory, NorthCarolina, and our dear old Alma Mater will feel proud to know that theprincipal pianist of the occasion is our classmate, Annie Barber. On this petal I see a beautiful temple in Germany. As I strolled throughthe Temple of Fame and gazed upon the famous men and women of Amei--ica, I saw a face that was familiar. Time with its never ceasing flighthad wrought many changes, and the face I now see bears only a slightresemblance to the girl that I once knew. H
. Hacawa . lve years the whole South will be stirred by the musicalfestivals given in all the different states. The citizens of Hickory, NorthCarolina, and our dear old Alma Mater will feel proud to know that theprincipal pianist of the occasion is our classmate, Annie Barber. On this petal I see a beautiful temple in Germany. As I strolled throughthe Temple of Fame and gazed upon the famous men and women of Amei--ica, I saw a face that was familiar. Time with its never ceasing flighthad wrought many changes, and the face I now see bears only a slightresemblance to the girl that I once knew. Her picture had been placed onthose walls as a result of her great achievements as a musician. It is need-less to add that this is our old classmate, Mae Rhodes. Classmates, the time has slipped , in reviewing the past,Thinking of the dear ones with meWhen I saw the College last,Heres a leaf to keep in memory,Of the days of long the happy day is ended—They are calling and I go. Class Prophet. : Senior Class Poem Oh, Proudly we come together,The class of nineteen voices we send rebounding Over hill and of grief or sadnessAmong us can you name,What else can there be for us,Save honor, love and fame? Rise up, oh class so mighty,And let thy name be known,Four years thou hast bravely sweet reward thine own,Who else can there be like thee?Who with thee can compare?The answer cometh softly,None else, such honors bear. TlIOJ hast not turned back, nor faltered,Nor with air castles didst thou play;And when Love did gently whisper,Thou didst send her quickly away,Bidding her wait with patience,Till fame was won, and fell,Tnera might be pleasure anewFor the class of nineteen twelve. Shall we who have toiled togetherKeep these days in memories store?Or, shall no thoughts ever thrill usOf the days that are no more?Need we pledge one to another,Or whisper, Forget-me-not?Rather let the birds cease singingTnan we should say, I forgot. As C
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