Legends Were Not Only For The Desperate.

Legends Were Not Only For The Desperate. Legends Were For The Brave. (soren)

Hail To St. Aegolius Our Alma Mater. Hail, Our Song We Raise In Praise Of Thee Long In The Memory Of Every Loyal Owl Thy Splendid Banner Emblazoned Be. Now To Thy Golden Talons Homage We're Bringing. Guiding Symbol Of Our Hopes And Fears Hark To The Cries Of Eternal Praises Ringing Long May We Triumph In The Coming Years. - The Owls Of St. Aegolius

Give Me A Hot Coal Glowing Bright Red, Give Me An Ember Sizzling With Heat, These Are The Jewels Made From My Beak. We Fly Between The Flames And Never Get Singed We Plunge Through The Smoke And Never Cringe. The Secrets Of Fire, Its Strange Winds, Its Rages, We Know It All As It Rampages Through Forests, Through Canyons, Up Hillsides And Down. We Track It. We'll Find It. Take Coals By The Pound. We'll Yarp In The Heart Of The Hottest Flame Then Bring Back Its Coals An Make Them Tame. For We Are The Colliers Brave And Beyond All We Are The Owls Of The Colliering Chaw!

To Find One's Special Quality One Must Lead A Life Of Deep Humility. To Serve In This Way Never Question But Obey Is The Blessing Of St Aggie's Charity. - The Owls Of St. Aegolius

My Mother Was A Great Advocate Of Womens Rights, A Member Of The League Of Womens Voters And Lifelong Member Of Planned Parenthood And An Advocate Of A Womans Rights In Terms Of Reproductive Issues. She Was Also A Founding Member Of Common Cause In The State Of Indiana.