The Columbian. [volume] (Bloomsburg, Pa.) 1866-1910, 1892-07-01


l believe, is already pursuing the
science of Ornithology, for he pays a
great deal of attention to the Wren.
Our girls are quite as talented as
the boys. As you may observe, the
class poem, history, essay, and presen-
tation speech, are the productions Of
the girls.
You may be surprised to hear that
we have a Baker in our, midst, but
that seems perfectly natural to us, be.
cause we have a Kitchen, too.
1t is almost unnecessary to speak of
our proficiency in the different
branches, for it is well known that the
dignifed Seniors (as the Juniors call
them) were also persevering students.
They can tell you all about English
History from the Norman Conquest
down to the present time. Or if you
wish something more ancient. they
will relate the doings OF early Greece
and Rome. Questions referring to
any of the other branches will be an
swered with the same high degree of
intelligence. AS Juniors they picked
the cioiet in the Spring, but as Seniors
they pick the flower known as the
Niolaceae Viola Cucullata. In word,
their knowledge is boundless beyond
the comprehension OF ordinary NOR
| tails
If the members of our class were
auctloned off, the funds thus raised
would be very acceptable for improv-
ing the Manual Training Department.
which, as you have doubtless heard,
trains the mind through the hand"
The bidders would also find some very
useful articles, such as Cole (coaD,
Hooks, and even a Campbell (camel)
They might also have Hawk, but
they would have to pay Ransom for
that.
Never was class so well fortified to
meet the assaults of the State Com
mlttee. At one of our meetings 1t
was thought best to come out boldly
and meet the enemy. We divided our
army into FIVE companies Each com
pany singled out man, and the five
dragons were soon overpowered. We
flashed the glad message, 1--WE have
met the enemy and they are ours"
home to our friends.
Our work in this school is over. but
who can tell what the future holds
for us?
Some mute ingorious Milton here may rest,
Some Cromwell guiltless OF his colntry's blood.
Whatever may be in store for us.
let us always look on the bright side of
life and remember our days at the
Normal as some Of our happiest days.
CLASS PozM-MARcAREr LAGoRcE.
| poem they have babe me write,
With rhyme and meter true,
| But my muse In my need has deserted me,
50 pardon crave OF you
| For attempting thus In my yerdancy,
| TO tell you their story In verse,
| And oft tho fail in the measure,
promise the truth to rehearse.
can tell OF their trials and sorrows,
or bold deeds and manifold Joys
or the hunks and the brilliant successes
That befell these wise girls and boys.
And If over my numberless blundcrs,
mantle you kindly viii cast,
I'll tell of their fame and their glory,
From the first even unto the last
Twas half past twelve on Thursday,
or July In the school year last gone
That the reign OF the class Just before us,
Expired, anc we rose to the throne.
With dignified mien, but elated.
We went to our various homes,
And practiced that calm stately bearing,
Those round pedagogical tones
That we'd noticed the Seniors before lis
Assume, when they wished to inspire
In hearts OF the Mode-school terrors,
An awe 10 quell evil desire.
Vacation sped on all too quickly,
TIL truly september was here,
When we hied ourselves back to the Normal.
And began this, our Senior year.
We had no rough stones to impede US,
80 we salliedrght into the tight,
which began with marvellous social.
That lasted far into the night.
we were weary next morning, but surely.
what avail cen tho nature rebel;
go we hastily rose and we dressed U.s.
TO the musical sound of the bell.
When we'd broken our fast that fair morning
he who here holds the crest OF the sway,
hose up from his seat at the table
Ana announced what we'd do on that day.
Iheh we hastened away to our boudoirs,
FOR, In sooth, they had need for our hand
Ana with bright Towering carpets and flxinps
we made them the pride OF the land
But hark on the soft autumn breezes
10 the sound OF bell we gave ear,
we hastened our steps towards the chapel.
And led the first hymn OF the year.
lhen the tallest OF those grave, wise, sages,
VINO sat on the stage OF our hall,
III d rev words or kindly good feeling,
spoke welcome TO one and to ALL
Ihen march from some famous old master
started tremulous wayelets OF air.
ana the 'senlortes,' strong In youths glory.