Hot Springs weekly star. (Hot Springs, S.D.) 1892-1917, 1896-05-01
s~hskssps.rs's Birthday
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help me. l thought of Mrs. Burnett's
at a recent banquet,-how
her knees smote together, and cold
chills pursued each other up and down
her spinal column-for she Ito herself)
was not witty, neither was she wise.
Lastly, / fell upon q plan once unfold
ed to me in the days of my youth, by
the wonder of the composition class"
Implored to reveal the methods which
produced compositions(they we're called
compositions in those days)of dazzling
brilliancy she replied, swell whenever /
hear or see a good word / put it down
and think up something to say with it.
There's weird; I've just found that and
I'm going to make up a ghost story for
it," In my distress last week / thought
of this youthful genins, and sat me
down in haste, and summoned words ;
formal obeisance to the oracles of men |
and entreated prophetic guidance from
them. "What,"I questioned, sshall be
the future of this club?" and Science,
that grey-headed goddess whose secret
thoughts ephemeral men continually
sdiscover'' with the rejoicing of chill
dren piping in the market place, an
swered, severely grave, type forever
conforms to ITSELF" ln her words a
the futter of banners, and a sound of
rejoicing. Our happy association, if it
existed, could not become a thing of
little moment, o a thingignoble. But
would it elude the wear and tear of
time? Bending to the wisdom of the
past, l waited for a token. From the
ivory throne of Soloman, echoing thro'
s'the corridors of time" came the sem
tence, "The lips of knowledge are q
precious jewel. and that which hath
been, shall be-" Content with the ora
Giles, 1 peered into the future, far as
human eye could see, saw a vision of
this club and the record that should
be. / saw it's members gather year
after year. with zeal and members never
less, tho the silver of years besprinkled
their tresses and Time left his burrows
on youthful brows, ''age did not wither
nor custom stale theirintinite variety"
In the companionship of S~hakespeare's
women a dignity and grace developed
peculiar to their type" Straining my
eyes III this misty vision, familiar faces
grew distincter. ! saw that justice and
ability continued to crown the presi-
dental chair in such wise that poems
of praise echoed even from Boston. l
beheld-summoned to their banquets-
those whom the club delight to honor.
Among them came one to whom they
said, "Many members have done virtu-
ously. but thou eXcellest us all. All
have given time and effort to the club
but thou hast added to these a secre-
tary! / saw. too, shining in many a
meeting, an intellectual star of the first
magnitude; was its luster the red glow
of Mars? Let A%ntigone answer! And
l beheld, i'll my vision. a club woman
whose dark eyes We're no longer made
an excuse for reluctant eloquence.
Days came and passed by and, fastened
in our memories by her stately and
beautiful periods, other images were
added to those of "Portia' and "Mac-
peth." This, also. / saw in my vision,
that the environment and will of the
Lady of Delights were in harmony and
at the banquets to come splendid re-
citations followed each other.
Lo! These things l discerned; but
they were as blossoms atloat on the
bosom of u swelling stream; for be-
meath and up-bearing them were the
mighty forces of great literature-the
noble pleasure of lofty thought, the
, brave endeavor of desire for learning
the bright fellowship of minds akin
and the strength of united effort
Not often is it given to mortal to per.
, ceive that ''the narrow isthmus he en-.
5 camps upon, between two oceans, one
the stormy, past, and one the peaceful
: vet to venture on! Has been that flu
ture where to peoples yearn for the
fulfllment of earth's cheated hope
. will be that past which %nerveless poets
: mourn as the lost opportunity fol
song" Not often is it given, but to me
i'll my vision, came an echo or u voice
YEA, thou can'st know the future
look ye behind and find thy past. Lo
. 1t has gone before.' AS the Catholic
: slipping his beads thro' his fingers
again and again returns to the Honor
4 of Mary and sets her each time ye'
further aloft in the heavens, so we
telling the rosary Of our years, shall
come again and again to the pleasures
the thoughts like a perfume-tha
make for us Fridays a day of higl
thinking. And again, and again ant
!, again shall the club in its generous
kindness, give a welcome, and friends
to the stranger. And as now, SO too il
the future shall praise come from tn
a lips of liege lords, and children sha.
rise up and call you blessed.
Misses Denmanand Stanley then en-
ecuted a delightful piano duet afte
which the tables we're spread and tn
following named persons sat down t
a luncheon ofthe mostdelicious Wand
Imaginable: Messrs. and Mesdame
Burke, Daily, Evans, Kellal
A. B. Conner, r. f. Conner, j. A. Star
5 ley, w. II. Stanley, Bradley, Boone
and Kelley; Mesdames Sawyer, Austil
Eastman. Harris, Stewart Butte
ie Houghton and Martin: Misses Living
g ston, Denman and Stanley; and Messr
7, Phil Kellar. Chas. Stewart, Guy Bradle
i, and Harry Stewart.
After coffee, Mrs. Bradley read an e,
auisite production on the intensely il
es teresting subject, "The Women {
Shakespeare" She confined her r.
marks to the subject of Portia, thu
noble. beautiful, lovable character WI
" was Rassanio's wife. and her paper W.