. The Rotunda . Alice Moore. • ? * Martha Sanders thinks that Mar-tha Sandei-s is the cutest MarthaSanders that Martha Sanders eversaw in Martha Sanders whole then life wasnt worth living herebefore Martha Sanders. BEAUTY CONTEST Beauty is Truth-Truth is Beauy— That is all ye know and all ye needto know— So speak the poets. And perhapsthey are right. But suppose it wasntbeauty that made you vote for him,but just because he was awfullysweet. Is beauty truth then? And be-sides that, if you werent especiallyinterested in anyone of them, but justvoting to help the Debate Club, thetruth wa
. The Rotunda . Alice Moore. • ? * Martha Sanders thinks that Mar-tha Sandei-s is the cutest MarthaSanders that Martha Sanders eversaw in Martha Sanders whole then life wasnt worth living herebefore Martha Sanders. BEAUTY CONTEST Beauty is Truth-Truth is Beauy— That is all ye know and all ye needto know— So speak the poets. And perhapsthey are right. But suppose it wasntbeauty that made you vote for him,but just because he was awfullysweet. Is beauty truth then? And be-sides that, if you werent especiallyinterested in anyone of them, but justvoting to help the Debate Club, thetruth was a mighty poor guide whenabout a dozen girls were urging you,imploring you. bribing you to votefor him. O! Singers of the lyre andthe lute, did you know femininehearts? Dont you think maybe youshould have said:Love is blind-Defects it cannot findThats all she thinks and all sheneeds to think? But still you might be right for theowner of number 45 evidently believ-ed in you, and knew all she need TRUTH, BEAUTY, GOOD-NESS, STRENGTH Even as you have the the TruthSo must you re\eal it to others:The Truth of Beauty, Even as you have felt BeautySo must you help others to feel it:The Beauty, of Truth, Goodness,Strength. Even as you have lived GoodnessSo must your influence help others be good:The Goodness of Truth. Beauty. Strength. Even as you have found Strength In Truth, Beauty, Goodness So must you help others be strong. Even as the body without the soulIs utterly devoid of God,So each of these without the otherCan never make a perfect whole.—Easter Souders BLUE NIGHT My throat — Prisoned sobs shake my weary frame And unshed tears burn my sleepless eyes;Wild laughter Comes from somewhere in my beingPiercing unnaturally up my earAs if from some alien demon of Laughter dies-Leaving me spent and weakWith nothing but am empty eternity of nothingness tired to reasonA drowsiness steels over meAnd the
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