Northern tribune. [volume] (Cheboygan, Mich.) 1875-1885, 1881-05-21
SWEET GIRL GRADUATE.
The Regular Round of Commencement
Essay About to Commence.

Essay About to Commence.
"Could see the editOr?' she asked,
| looking around for him and wondering
what was going on under his table.
"Eh! yes, I'm him." responded the
editor, evolving himself and slipping a
cork into his vest pocket. what can l
do for your"
II am student at Packer Institute"
responded the blushing damsel, "and |
have written little article on "Our
School DAYS which L would like to
have published in the Brooklyn Eagle, if
you think it good enough.
Certainly" replied the. editor, gazing
in unconscious admiration upon the
beautiful face before him. Does it
commence: Our school days! How the
words linger in sweet cadences ON the
strings of memory Is that the way it
runs?"
''Why, yes" responded the beaming
girl. "Then it goes on; How we look
| forward from them to the time when we
shall look back to themp How did you
know"
"Never mind" said the editor, with the
engaging smile which has endeared him
to the citizens of Brooklyn. after that
comes: SO sunshinyl So gilded with
the pleasures that make youth happy,
they have flown into the immutable past
and come to us in after life only as
echoes in the caves of sweet recollection.
Inst that it?"
ut certainly is" answered the aston
ished girl, radiant with delight. "HOw
could you know what had writtenP"
Then it changes from the piannis-
simO and becomes more tender: The
shadows 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 and made -
mo. you're wrong there" and the soft
eyes looked disappointed.
SIS it Hope on, hope ever? asked the
editor.
THAT comes in further on. You had
! it nearly right. 1t is The dun shadows
close around us. The flowers of friend
ship are sleeping, but not withered, and
will bloom again In the affectiOnate
remembrance of the chains that bound
us so lightly"
Strange that should have made that
mistake, said the editor musingly. 81
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 teverv bush,
forgetting never that the thOrns are be.
low the roses, and plying those whose
hands are bruised in the march through
! life"
That's itl' exclaimed the delighted
girl. ."And then comes Hope on, hope
ever"
"Sure's you're bornp cried the editor
blushing with pleasure, and once more
on the right track. "Then it runs
And as for you, teachers dearP' "Yes
yes, you are right" giggled the girl
81 can't see how you found me out
Would you like to print it?"' and her face
assumed an anxious shade.
Certainly" responded the editor. "1'l
say it's by the most promising young
lady of Brooklyn, the. daughter of an
esteemed citizen and a lady who has al
ready taken high social rank"
THAT finishes the school commence
ments at one swOOp," sighed the editor
glOOmily, as the fair vision fiOated out
Cant see how l made that blundel
about the shadows and roses and friend
ship. Either Pm getting old or some o.
these girls have struck out something
original. Here, Swipes, tell the foreman
to put this slush in the next taxsale
supplement" and the editor felt in hi
hair for the cork, and wondered wha
had happened to his memOry.-BrOoklyl
| EdQle. " 80