The Highland weekly news. [volume] (Hillsborough [Hillsboro], Highland County, Ohio) 1853-1886, 1884-06-18

used by the outward bound sisters a CROSS,
who's simple, pure outlines never fail to
please. and then the teachers, so quiet and
unpreteuding, content to take the last seat,
content to forget the weary, trying hours,
and TO look with sad hearts and smiling
lips, on the six youngsouls they had sought
to make true exponents of their class name,
''Viom Tnveuientes' (Path-fnders), and one,
among the faithful corps, the senior one, a
/ Quaker-garbed little body with the single
summer blossom and sunny smile by way
Of adornment We felt all the while the
debate went ON, her steady hand, her years
Of cultured thought, living and learning,
shining on and on in the perfection Of each
finished girl
| Prayer by the pastor, Rev. Dr. Ketcham,
then an instrumental solo by Pearl Tarvin,
who seemed in singular unison with her
christening, and all eyes are concentrated
on the class of '84 We we're spared all
salutatory efforts and thread-bare valedic.
tory and welcomed by the eminently Emer-
soniun sentiment, Resolved, "That the
| Companions of the Imagination are more
| enjoyable than those Of the Fireside." As
one after another of those daintily gloved
and shod exquisitly dressed-young girls
arose and in calm tones with an irresistibly
| convincing manner affirmed or negatived
the above proposition, we were astonished
and enchanted Miss Mary Scotts closing
was so beautiful and appealed so to the
| imagination, we were almost ready to
award her the medal. When Miss Burnetps
clear, crisp, sentences cut the air, the
enunciation of every letter and shadow Of
one, when you could spell picture and
pleasure phonetically by her pronounce
alton, we were enthusiastic, for it has
been our secret, cherished dream to attend
one Commencement, where we could hear
without balancing on the edge Of chair
and look with frowning and savage coun-
tenance at the reader.
A rest-mOre music.
Miss Harwood, in perfect voice, with un-
told sarcasm demolished the freside and
was rapturously received by the discrimi-
mating public.
A golden-haired blonde took up the cud-
gels, the roses at her throat were softly re-
fected in her cheeks. Her flexible tones.
slow sounding words, made you follow,
until at the last flashing and flushing to-
gether, she carried of Miss Harwood. the
argument, and Fan average man" An
ambuscade that would have done credit to
a frontier trapper,
A duet by the Misses Richards, in which
the sprightly measure captvated even the
gallery gods, and storm Of applause was
borne gallantly by Miss Matte. A Ueyy
young lady in misty lace and fairest flowers
stepped to the foot lights. Her argument,
cold as a Boston audience, clear as aqua
marine, haunted the banners Of the 'Tdear'
in the face Of the hostile forces. Before
the last defiant words were fairly uttered.
Miss Sara Scott had the public ear, and
when she had swept everything before her,
we were in the predicament Of the Judge,
new to ermine and office, who decided the
case on the first evidence he heard, and
when the opposing council was through.
swOre he would never decide another case
by the e0ideaoe as long as he was on the
bench
The Rev, Mr.. Pierson, in a brief, grace
full and cordial speech, commended the
proceedings throughout, the Principal, the
teachers, and school, and handed the diplo-
mas to Prof. Lloyd, who, with few peril
nent remarks presented them to the candi-
dates for parchment and blue ribbon. The
class was then smothered in flowers as is
the custom, much pleasauter than being
burnt up with ones husband; sang the
parting song, were kissed, congratulated.
well shaken, and never again will thew
know such un-alloyed -beeause-tb
pleasure was all Of the Imagination. Be
hind them hethons their feet had pressed
were hidden in the roses Of tonight and
the Future? Ay dt mi! It is one crystal
lied, translucent flashing bow Of promise.
Prof. Mules organ solo was the finest
musical effort of the evening, and we'll
deserved the prolonged encore it received.
Late as it is, the rain pouring down into
a painless night, the sweet strains of q
lovers serenade, float up to the College
belfry. More music, more flowers, more
devotion for those young bright eyes. The
dude, and the average man, join heart and
hands and voice in the perpetual alteration
of the educated woman of the future.