Colonial Echo, 1903 . Fiend Water Boy Hunter Moork, The Ambitious Fiend ©tbcrs. J. A. Carson The Football Fiend W. T. Hodges The Baseball Fiend O. L. Shewmake The College Monthly Fiend J. S. Wilson The Literary Fiend W. R. Mason The Y. M. C. A. Fiend J. W. H. Crim The Oratorical Fiend W. N. Shackleford The Athletic Fiend C. N. The Book Fiend Monroe Nash The Calico Fiend Catesby Hall The Sleepy Fiend 125 The Sailors Song. A sailor, a sailor, a sailor, 1, A sailor of the sea;A sailor, a sailors your own true love. So come, my darling, with me. I live by the leave of the billows whit
Colonial Echo, 1903 . Fiend Water Boy Hunter Moork, The Ambitious Fiend ©tbcrs. J. A. Carson The Football Fiend W. T. Hodges The Baseball Fiend O. L. Shewmake The College Monthly Fiend J. S. Wilson The Literary Fiend W. R. Mason The Y. M. C. A. Fiend J. W. H. Crim The Oratorical Fiend W. N. Shackleford The Athletic Fiend C. N. The Book Fiend Monroe Nash The Calico Fiend Catesby Hall The Sleepy Fiend 125 The Sailors Song. A sailor, a sailor, a sailor, 1, A sailor of the sea;A sailor, a sailors your own true love. So come, my darling, with me. I live by the leave of the billows white, That hold my life in their care;They Iceep me by day, and rock, me at night, So come and my little bark share. A sailors own bark is a sailors love. But he loves his sweetheart, wheneer he draws the harbouring cove He thinks of his darling true. So come, my darling, together we sail Lifes white-foamed, billowy sea;In tempest or sunshine; in calm or in gale. Trust ever the vessel to me. A. R. MACKRETH. 126. iFire Department/ /IBotto. Water, Water Everywhere. Cause of of Philomathean Orators. Library. ©fficers. W. C. Parsons Chief C. F. Counts Foreman J. H. Summers Deputy E. H. Hall Engineer gixemen. W. A. Gray FergusonBlackiston Lloyd Riddick F. C. Hall Lantern-boy t Note—Although this department met with the liearty support of the student bodyas a whole, it, for some reason, disbanded after only one turnout.—REroRD. 127 ^uuiinhtu. Low sinks the sun and leaves the world to rest; The sky has paled into a somber gray,The ruddy glow that lit the burning west Has faded like an old mans dream away. The chill of death, and death itself is here; For Night has slain his royal brother, giant Shadows lower his cloud-hung bier, And bear it oer the western hills away. Then in his regal power the conqueror Night,With land and ocean, sky and air his own, With crescent diadem and stars bedight, Usurps his brothers scepter and his t
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