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THE BLACK AND YELLOW
Some say that our school spirit Ebbs lower year by year;
That our old "Sapere Aude"
Is not respected here;
That our colors are floating lower, They mean little to us all- "They're just plain black and yellow, We wear them in the fall.
Or sometimes in the -winter
When some other school is here- To be the same as them, you know." They stand for that, I fear.
But let's change that feeling, school- mates,
For we're fighting a glorious fight, And we're striving after some ideal It must be one that's right.
So let's have the colors to fight for, Our banner at work and at play; We'll .,Dare to be wise" and as com-
rades
We'll look to the glorious day,
When our colors will be what we live for,
We'll fight for our school day and night
With Black for the ills we've de- feated,
And Y ellow-the dawn of the right. Mary C. Wiseman.
THE FIRST SNOW
The setting sun foretold the winter's birth,
The naked trees bent 'neath the dar- kening sky,
The chilling wind swept o'er the brown, sere earth,
Echoing back the autumn's farewell cry.
The morning broke upon a quiet land Where each tree spoke a sweetest
secret true
To the whole earth all wrapped in
winter's band,
Of whitest snow beneath a sky of
blue
No stain defiled the wide expanse of snow
Which shone like jewels rivalling Morning's star.
No spot was seen or branches laden low
A fairy world of whiteness near and far,
And thus to everyone each new day brings,
A spotless page untouched by care- Jess things
Mary C. Wiseman.
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