The Bossier banner. [volume] (Bellevue, Bossier Parish, La.) 1859-1952, 1881-07-07
The Sweet Girl Graduate and Her Com.
mencement,

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''Could see the editorPr she asked
looking around for him and wonderino
what was going on under his table.
s'Eh! yes. I'm him, responded the
editor, evolving himself and slipping q
cork into his vest pocket. ..What can
l do for your
gn'.I am a student at Packer Institute, u
responded the blushing damsel, land ]
have written a little article on Our
School Days which would like to have
published in the Brooklyn Eagle, if you
thinkeit good enough
''Certainly." replied the editor, gaz-
ing g In unconscious admiration upon the
beautiful face before him. sDoes ii
commence, Our school days! how the
words linger in sweet cadence. on the
strings OF memoryr Is that the way it
runsg sas lsss.54E. s;..,t.s. i. 4fl,
o;r, ! Why Why yes" responded the he beaming
8 Then it goes on, How we look
forward from them to the time when
we'shall look back to thernr - a', q
How did you knowP' asta -sssa:1ae.
Never mind" said the editor, with
the engaging smile that has endeared
him to the Citizens of Brooklyn. sAfter
that comes, So. sunshiny! So gilded
with the pleasures that make youth
happy, they have flown into the i'm.
mutable, past and come to us in after
life only as echoes in the caves of sweet
recollection. ! Isn't that itP' .ess4,Isas
1T certainly is answered the aston
ished girl, radiant with delight. "How
could you know what i had written ?,,stss
Then it changes from the pianissimo.
and becomes more tender eThe shad-
oWs gather around our path. The roses.
OF friendship are whitening, but may
we not hope that they will bloom again
as we remember the affection that
bound us here and made -
stsNo.s you're wrong there, " and the
soft eyes looked disappointed. b. 3is94
is it Hope on, hope ever?' . asked
That comes in further on. You had
it nearly right. It is the dun shad-
ows close around as. The flowers Of
friendships are sleeping, hut not; with-s
cred, and will bloom again in the atfee-
tionate remembrance OF the chains that
bound US SO lightly 49, ssng ssssss S
Strange that I should have made
that Tflistake,n said the editor, fl1fuusino-
y, ~. :. never missed on one before.
From there it goes: Schoolmates, let
us live so that all our days shall 'be, as
radiant as those we have known here,
and may we pluck happiness from every
bush, forgetting never that the thorns
are below the roses and plying those
whose hands are bruised in the march
thronghslifes,'i a3ga a9# .7{A i
g That's it!''' exclaimed the delighted
girl. '.And then comes Hope on.
aope eyer'', i'eHssaaf} rs tsso-7s
Sure your re bornr' cried the edit
or, blnshing with pleasure. and once
more on the right track. 'sThen it !
'uns: Andas for you. teachers dear!'n
Eyes, yes, you are right, . gigoled
he girl IL cant see how you found
ne out; Would you like to print it99''''
md her face assumed an anxious shade.
a..Certainlv.aa responded the editor.
III say it's by the most promising
1oung lady Of Brooklyn, the daughter Of |
N esteemed citizen, and a lady who has
llready taken high social rank s.aa
THAT finishes the school commence
nents Mt one swoop, sighed the editor
,loomily, as the fair. vision. fioated out.
: Can't see how l made that blunder
bout the shadows and roses and friend |
hip Either I'm getting old or, some |
Il these girls have struck out something
riginal Here, Swipes, tell the fore
nan to put this slush in the next tax
ales supplement, and the editor felt I
n his hair for the cork and wondered
vhat had happened to, his memory
'rooktyn Eagle.