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I
will
also.
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McCarter
published annually by students of Anderson College, Anderson, South Carolina.
page 2
All In "I'll
lend you for a
time a child of mine," he said,
little
For you to love the while he
may be for But with you
till
have
his lovely
CHORUS: Yes He
and mourn
for
when
he's dead.
call
charms
He'll bring his
You'll
I
lives
seven years or twenty-two or three, him back take care of him for me.
six or
It
A Life Time
to gladden you and should his stay be memories as solace for your grief.
God's dear sweet
this is
loves him very very
brief,
child he's giving unto you,
much and he wants you
to love
him
too.
cannot promise that he will stay, since all from earth return, But there are lessons taught down there that want this child to learn.
I
I
I've
looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true, the thongs that crowd lives lanes I have selected you.
And from
Now
will
you give him
Nor hate me when
CHORUS: Yes He I
fancied that
For
all
this
all
for the
your love nor think the labor vain,
come is
to call to take
God's dear sweet
loves him very very
him back
again.
child he's giving
unto you,
much and he wants you
to love
him
heard them say "Dear Lord Thy Will Be Done."
the joy thy child
We'll shelter
And
I
I
will
bring the risk of grief we'll run.
him with tenderness we'll love him while we may, we have known forever grateful stay.
happiness
But should the angels call him back much sooner than we've planned, We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand. We'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.
Julie Stiles
page 3
too.
A
Life of Friendship
Our
We
was so uneasy
birth
couldn't run
So we walked I
Impatience
awhile.
saw no chance
For
grow
Life to
Everyday things grind on
But then, I
saw your
knew
I
Were For
smile.
that
know
To
nerves.
impatient.
there
is
will
something more.
find this
transcend
all
something.
earthly limitations
heights of imaginative genius,
Perfect understanding,
Clearly see,
Our
Life that
Had
to walk,
Was
growing
And
flying Free.
Laughs
I
We
eyes could
We
am
And when we
you
Special.
my
I
my
once
Pure love
-
The epitome
of
life.
Cathy Young
have many
still
to share
Any many
tears to cry,
So hold my hand
And
For our Will
conquer death
we'll
Life
never
die.
Though
Car
miles
Grow between And
We I
Shiny,
us
New
Cruising, running, stopping
greater loves
driver, friends, admirers, darers
may
racing, skidding, cornering
both
pray that
Live
may
in
I'll
crumpled, bloody
your heart
As you
will
Live
mine.
in
find
Bill
wreck
always
Beth Byers
Howard
page 4
Life Life,
passes so quickly, the years they they fly, they fly away.
it
come and
The elementary years with crayons broken the childhood dreams which were a toker But best of
when
in
all are those highschool years the end bring many tears.
Just one more hour, just one more day I'd do anything just to stay and play.
Time,
Your
I
wish
I
leaving
could hold you, but the memories
me
will
always stay,
Tears are brought to my eyes when think of all those sad goodbyes,
I
Before you know it your school days are gone and you have a whole life to carry on.
So
cherish
rest of Life,
now each new day and
your
life
you've got to
you can't you down a
it,
let it's
It's
make
the
most
of
struggle hold
bit.
Time you've got with
the
won't go astray.
to
move along
it.
great to
stop and
remember but never
sit.
Julie Stiles
page 5
page 6
That Glitters
All He was
a
A man It
man
that
I
Isn't
Gold
respected
could believe
I
seems so unreal
to
me, how
could he leave?
He was
a
man
honor and
of
How
can
it
dreams
be,
loved, a
I
man
trust all
my hopes and
of being like
him have
started to rust It's
so hard for
me
to
understand
so hard to comprehend I
was so
easily deceived,
I
thought of him as a friend I've
got to face the facts now, I've
got to be bold
How
brue are the words
"All that glitters isn't gold."
Andy Philhower
Yearbook
To
dry the tears of a child,
Editors, Staff
to reach out to the forgotten to
hardwork, latehours
reach out to be abandoned, to love the unlovable
and
friends, clubs, teachers, features
to
Deadlines, mailboxes
care for the uncaring.
That was Christ's
happy, exhausted love.
finished
James Hearn
Beth Byers page 7
To Be With You I
believe that
God
above,
created you for us to love.
He
picked you out from
the rest,
all
because he knew you were
The I
best.
once had a heart and
was
it
true,
now
But
it's
me
gone from
to you.
So take care
of
it
as
I
have done,
For you have two and
When
have none.
Heaven and you're
get to
I
I
not there, paint your face
I'll
on the golden
stairs.
So just
all
the angels
what you
And
if
will
really
know and
meant
to
see,
me.
you are not there by judgment
day I'll
give
my And
back
wings,
golden naze and everything.
just to I'll
my
show you baby what
go to
HELL baby to be
with you.
Helen
McGee
page 8
I'll
do,
Pretty Lady Oh, pretty Lady It
must
surely
That
all
of
be,
Heaven's blessings,
Were showered on
thee.
They say you portray
Honor and Love, They say you're an Angel Sent from above.
Oh, pretty Lady
They
love you so,
But no
Not For
I
.
.
The
I
The
see your Soul
I
see your lust
I
see your hate
I
know your Gods
first
When Is
destined
is
always be.
has of
comparison
Because
is
always
It is
a Lie,
it
No means
A new
life is
will
it
Unabashedly honest,
pity thee,
And
it
experience.
falling in
love
With the same person Repeatedly,
Oh, pretty Lady
They
love
you
But no
Not For
I
.
.
so, .
Yet
Without Repetition.
I
see your Soul.
Bill
love,
so good
Because
For your
and only
fate.
Oh, pretty Lady I
and Only Love
God-given,
Because
And your
First
.
Cathy Young
Howard page 9
The Things You Make When I
on the
I'm in the boat out
can see
Lord
clearly
all
lake,
the things you make.
When the sail is up and the wind is blowing, My faith in you just keeps on growing. The beauty Gives
The
me
lights
of the
waves and the clouds swaying,
the drive for constant praying.
from the houses and the colors
in
the sky
me know you love me Lord, but why? This world is much too wonderful for me, do you wrong and you set me free. Lord, amazes me everything you do, Like making birds, trees, and me too. You gave me life through you only son, Let
I
it
And
Lord that you're the only one.
I'm positive
Julie Stiles
Golden Memories Golden memories etched the flame
still
in
my
mind-
burning.
But from time to time I
find myself
yearning
to relive the past
and
forget present things.
But what good
is
a
sail
half-mast?
For even a bird must use
his wings.
Mary Ruczko
page 10
'
eg*
* \&*^*
fir
'Ssi***'
&
Twas
a few
weeks before Christmas
T'was a few weeks before Christmas, And all through North Rouse 2nd floor,
Not
a stereo
was
blaring,
it
was
quieter than ever before! All
were asleep
in
each
his
room and
Bed, while visions of winning the Dean's
Cup danced
in their
They dreamed All
heads!
of presents, mistletoe,
and
kinds of Christmas delight,
Not
of Chemistry, English,
and
Trig,
them up too late at night They dreamed of food, of luxury of a Home-cooked meal, not of the School cafeteria food that sometimes made them very Their laundry bags were hung from the door knobs wiht care, In hopes that Santa's elf's would wash and return them with flare! The Christmas Formal wasn't far off, tests that kept
ill!
Saturday night to be percise, and the
men
of
North Rouse wanted
to look very nice!
The dance came, and
the Festivities of
Christmas were done, no doubt about
everyone at Anderson College had lotsa fun! it,
In parting for the
Men
Holidays, the
North Rouse 2nd Floor have only one thing to say,
"May
of
the Spirit of Jesus Christ brighten
your Christmas Holiday."
Andy Philhower
page 13
Pictures of you are in my mind through every minute of the day
.
.
.
I wanted someone to love and care for and you came and cleared the way.
Sometimes even the greatest
moments could be more
special
of
they
if
had been spent with you.
Time has come between you and and the pain grows with each sunset. I
that
But my feelings tell me one day you'll come back
Go world of
now
out and find your for you've seen so
to
me.
little
it.
And always remember I'll be here waiting when you need me. have to start a new but our past lingers on mind. I'll
life
in
now
my
I
I
just
want you to know
that
think of you always.
and to say would be a lie
I
don't need you
but babe you do what's best for I
you
that's
what
I
want because
love you.
The Kiss
Jane Mcintosh
There was a young man named Smith Who swore he had never been kissed Said a bonny "I will
So
remedy
lassie,
who was
quite sassy
this."
taking his hand she promptly began
Said Smith with a smirk, "I
knew
it
would work, so
far it's
never missed!'
Jackie Bagwell
page 14
was taking a legitimate prescription drug from a doctor and took a The two did not mix and the disabilities he has to struggle with are he had a type of stroke which affected him in numerous serious ways. The most
(Note: Richard Klosky street-type drug with
the results;
apparent
result
it.
that he has to use a wheelchair.)
is
Almost About two months before
was thinking about
there.
I
was already nap
for a short it
was and scrambled
through a deep valley rivers).
me
The
little
saw a
I
my
leaving a
I
was walking,
tired
existence
so
I
lay
in
down
moment
sixty.
The
later a
to the near-by dirt in
a
hill
awesome. As
I
been so close
was shaking
like
night dragon
would have cut
thinking that
it
so
many places
times have like
New
I
stirs
some
me
into
became weary
wished
Orleans, a
bum now anyway.
I
on
in
down
feet
feet
I
I
and
to Atlanta, Ga.,
communes
would have dozed
off
quickly realized what
away; (the track was cut
through
level
Southern
that
of the "hippy"
the track.
that area
bank about two
one
Just before
little.
would remain
it
of
to
it
caused
all
one
I'd
just
bum
in
insane marrionette
hundreds
away from
and over
hills
and the way
of the idea
kept going(?)
some
hear that train a'comin'
I
hang
legs
L&N
wriggled
I
had
in
the track. Only a
almost
I
to carry
demons moving so
vividly
imagined
made
it
on
fast;
how
and pieces.
I
had been
now each
called
cry.
do pretty
As
in
some
well at being a
night at about midnight,
"Orange Blossum Special".
.
.
still,
" -
and -
." .
—Richard Klosky page 15
I
How
place.
probably be "King of the Road" I
was
that thundering
and turned back toward the home I'd
it
to the other world.
switchyard; of course
Johnny Cash
my head and
I
and arms
of meaningless bits
hear that same train running
a few words from a song by
my
of those diesel
wasn't scheduled to run that night;
gradually
night,
massive, multi-ton, gigantic, metal monster went roaring past at about
convulsively. I've never
I
to rest a
bank about two or three
at that point,
sound and spectacle
furious
one
late
settling in
bright light shining about a mile
standing, leaning slightly against the dirt
walked on
town and
vines and brush were about a foot thick
short
I
got like this
under that Murray Ave., bridge; the track leads on
railroad track that goes I
I
it
when
When am I
still
and motionless
formerly had heard and
once
sitting in a
on a
taxi, a favorite
some
some musical arrangements
reason,
my
often do a "replay", involuntarily in
like
wheelchair, outside the library at the University
some
I
the 21st century or
-
there wasn't a soul
campus was made
long while; the entire
some
my
had heard went through
due to the surroundings
largely
for
of
head
cement or
way
...
the time and
which caused a
brick,
I
I
was
Rock, waiting
in Little
in that
in sight at
As
head.
that
me
other planet, the wind was blowing hot behind
it
I
was
waited a
feeling of
causing
occasional chatter of disgarded candy wrappers, cigarette debris, etc., to go scattering
me
past
meaninglessly on the large cobblestone walk, a "million" miles away from
anyone with the end
"far
Dust
in
sun causing mostly bizarre shades of red or gray. At such a
setting
of the earth"
I
could well imagine
how
truly
I
fit
the words to a song called
the Wind.
Richard Klosky
-
-
had
The notes being plucked from just
been through a
shower;
brief
I
recall
have been growing back from a long past of
smoke from
down yet is
I
the chimney of a small
a dirt road that
felt
no concern
reminded
seemed
to get
at the last of
seemed completely
still.
to be
And
the
it
fire.
below me.
droplets of rain
have been a
The sound
My
I
little
from a forest which
falling
sparse as though
of the flute
saw
became
fall.
lightly cold,
I
was
seeing,
but not yet cold, as
There was no wind; the
wisp of smoke looked to be
may
about a quarter mile
at a distance of
The weather seemed
it
a comfortable curl
being was oblivious from what
soon approaching
of a
little
to
wooden house
any bearings.
summer
became
the harp
air
upward
rising straightly
against a distant setting sun with rays of pink and yellow and red breaking through a cover of
clouds which was well enough broken apart to reveal fully in. it
was
There was nothing
late
really to
tell
afternoon and a sunset. The
some
of the natural blue before night set
from appearance, but somehow little
were an unpainted grayish-brown from ages
house up ahead was made of weathering.
That
knew
I
of
wooden
while, a dirt road through a rain-soaked forest
and the small wooden shack,
began to think about what was
house; and, again,
but
somehow
place
in
felt like
I
inside the
little
already knew. There was a very old
a rocking chair, which
was moving so very
I
woman
until
seated
I
gradually
in front of
-
-
-,
-
-
it,
a fire
and calmly she seemed
be waiting on some certain someone, or something. Waiting. Patiently waiting
page 16
slats that
go up and peer into
didn't
slowly. Pensively,
was not dawn;
continued for a long
sight
still
it
waiting.
Richard Klosky
to
The moon was
high and the wind blew cold, whistling through the trees
man came
down
And
swiftly a
The
night
The
rider stopped, pulled forth his steel,
was
clear
riding
to that land beside the sea.
and beneath the sky a quiet town did
lay
and proceeded 'pon
Like one possessed, he rode the street-seeming almost blind the people
of the darkling
all
about him,
who
all
stepped back
--
in fear
one on coal-black beast, with hatred
fiery clear.
He was within hatred's flames reborn, and thusly-madly-forged And of life's grim horrors he hath drank, and weeping he hath And back within his darkened heart will long echo the sound Of a far-gone love down.
From
way.
emories-unbidden-filied his mind
All sorts of far-off
To
his
that
was
thai thrice-cursed
unfulfilled-of
gorged.
innocence brought cruelly
day were many times when
his
blade from
sheath hath hissed
And To
a tavern dark the stranger
And His
there were many-ah, too many-in his
name
came, and there he found
with a laugh he roared, "Foul coward-escape
own
blade drawn, the quarry tried to
But
in it's
that love
name,
it's
can never
die,
me
sell his life
But the other's blade cut swift and sent the
Oh, they say
Death hath kissed!
that
it
Lollis
page 18
man
you can!"
down
never
bastard child-Vengeance-lives on
David
his
dear and
last slayer
and perhaps
if
still.
will
to Hell.
will
War
is
Hell
War ... is taking another man and myself, giving us weapons and ordering us to destroy one another. Why? Because our people just because. want because the President said ., well ., well. .
War
.
.
...
.
.
making men
is
foxholes, half
live in
.
.
filled
.
.
with body
waste and blood, lingering with the nauseating smell of death.
War ... is a platoon of frightened young men bursting into a small village and ruthlessly blowing and brains out of the helpless civilians. War ... is taking what you want and letting nothing stand in your way; not helpless women, not peace-loving old men, not even a crawling infant. War ... the wind
a burnt town. Silenced. Nothing can be heard, but
is
and the soft, gentle sobbing os a six year old, cuddled around the pale, battered body of its murdered mother. .
.
.
Alone.
War
.
.
.
is
Bill
Hell.
Howard
There was a young lady named Lynn,
Who that
was so exceedingly
when she essayed
to drink
she
thin,
slid
lemonade,
down
the straw and
Beth Byers
page 19
fell in.
Learning to Love When
I
look at people they
all
are unique,
Whether they're old or young or just a plain freak. Each person is special in his own sweet way,
And everyone will react Some people are harder But
it
is
possible to
if
you know what to say.
to
know than
do because we're
others, sisters
and brothers.
Our Lord created us to be loving and kind, And he does not want to leave any behind. If we believe, trust and follow this man, We can do anything that is true and know that we So give your attention to the one who loves each And you'll be surprised at the things he will teach. You can learn to love and feel for all I
No
matter
if
can.
they're big, ugly, cute, or small.
If
you look and
It
becomes
your brother, you grow and love many others. love so many people in so many ways And learn to love more through all the new days. try to love
easier as
I
I
Julie Stiles
page 20
Torn between the ship and the ocean Clinging to the gang-plank like a spider to a
The ocean's
An
invitatin to
The for
ship
is
me
waiting anxiously
an invitation from
me
Clutching to the gang-plank I
web
boldly throwing out
look behind
-
like
a spider to a
web
look ahead
I
In disbelief, in disgust, in despair I
look to find you there
Throwing shadows at me Stealing moments from me Wanting but to hurt me yet you seem 1
don't
Where
know
.
.
to really love
me
.
one to go When all the world is calling When all hope is falling When life, it seems, is stalling and time is breathing heavily and no one has the answers to the questions fortune is
don't confront
One's mind is but a jigsaw puzzle One's heart is but a thorny rose wanting to be loved wanting to become a heart of Gold.
Nancy Gates
page 21
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