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Title
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In Memoriam - Rachel Lloyd, Ph.D.
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Date
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1900
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Are we not girls together this one night at least, Though a paradox, still it is true, All the single ones present at this noble feast, And all of us double ones, too.
But somewhat of sorrow would cloud our delight. And much of our bliss be destroyed, Were it not for the presence among us to-night Of our very dear friend, Mrs. Lloyd.
For in spite of the changes which come with the years Our hearts are the same as of yore; And with happiness blended of laughter and tears We greet one another once more
Old time is as nothing, nay, hardly as much, Let him say we're not young, if he dare: He thinks we'll admit it, because of the touch Of his sly powder puff on our hair.
The fetters which bind us were never more dear, And their velvet strength never was greater Than to-night when we meet, in the June of the year, In the halls of our old Alma Mater.
Alma Mater? Ah, yes to be sure, but in place Of this title we'll give her another, And christen them over again, by your grace With the dear name. "Our Own Foster Mother."
She had previously spent seven summers at the Annex of Harvard College, perfecting herself in chemistry, and in 1885, applied for the position of Professor of Chemistry at the Taylor College at Bryn Mawr, Pa., when that college for young ladies was opened[.] Thoroughly equipped for this work, with high testimonials from the professors at Harvard, she was acceptable to Taylor College, but for one exception.
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Are we not girls together this one night at least,
Though a paradox, still it is true,
All the single ones present at this noble feast,
j And all of us double ones, too.
But somewhat of sorrow would cloud our delight.
And much of our bliss be destroyed,
Were it not for the presence among us to-night
Of our very dear friend, Mrs. Lloyd.
For in spite of the changes which come with the years
} Our hearts are the same as of yore ;
' And with happiness blended of laughter and tears
| We greet one another once more
| Old time is as nothing, nay, hardly as much,
| Let him say we're not young, if he dare:
He thinks we'll admit it, because of the touch
Of his sly powder puff on our hair.
‘The fetters which bind us were never more dear,
And their velvet strength never was greater
Than to-night when we meet, in the June of the year,
In the hails of our old Alma Mater,
oe
Alma Mater? Ah, yes to be sure, but in place
Of this title we'll give her another,
And christen them over again, by your grace
With the dear name, “Our Own Foster Mother.”*
She had previously spent seven summers at the
b Annex of Harvard College, perfecting herself in chem-
istry, and in 1885, applied for the position of Professor
of Chemistry at the Taylor College at Bryn Mawr,
Pa., when that college for young ladies was opened
{ Thoroughly equipped for this work, with high testi-
monials from the professors at Harvard, she was ai
ceptable to Taylor College, but for one exception.
