Herald and news. [volume] (West Randolph, Vt.) 1878-1943, 1896-07-09
The Alumni POefnr

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As one by one the years have passed.
This epoch, crowded with events
AS changing as fairy tale,
Has seen our nation drenched in war
i And blessed Peace once more prevail.
Has seen the new replace the old,
With all its wealth OF hopes and fears,
Inventions great, discoveries rare
Have crowded close these ninety years
For sixty years the Grammar school
With faithful work pursued its way;
Its BOYS went forth to college halls,
] Its girls-well, l can hardly say;
For. in those days, twas we'll believed
The bright boy must to college go,
But the academy could teach
All that woman ought to know,
And so, no doubt the gifted girl
PILED up her books, her school life thro'
And sought, with all her unframed power
Work that the times would let her do.
In '66 change was made.
By earnest effort, wisely planned,
The Grammar school fell back before
The magic OF the Normal wand.
Then classic students went elsewhere,
! But district schoolma'ams, eager, came
To gain the state certificate
And prestige OF the Normal name.
These girls, OF course, were rather old,
The boys who came were young and new
| On this unbalanced ration fed,
The Normal scnool still lived and grew.
Our last term there in 81
The dearth of this chaotic state,
Brought chum and ! a compliment,
With your permission, I'll relate.
I
Our teacher called us to the desk
One morning after prayers were read.
you've attended 10 your business
This term" he gravely SAID
We took the praise with humble mien,
The humor OF it still see
So i'll deserved, for having made
A virtue OF necessity!
But ne'er forgotten is the day
Far back in youthful dawn
When first heard in grammar class,
"The next, Miss Sprague, go on"
With shaking linn bs rose and then,
With words distinct and slow
He questioned, ana answered,
81 should think it would be So"
There came steel CLINT in his eye
As he heard my answer vague,
"If you should think it would be so,
What is it then, Miss Sprague?"
To estimate how small felt
Would be perhaps in vain,
But true il Is, I,never tried
The would he 500 again.
A change OF base was quickly planned,
The working of the Normal eaven
Made twenty Normal graduates
The spring and fall OF 81.
Not all untaught in Normal work,
Instruction that had gone before
the legal change in '66
Smacked strongly OF the Normal lore.
So when, examination passed,
Those that the test allowed to go
Meier doubted they were well equipped
In all teacher need to know.
Since then the course has somewhat
changed
Our children CLEAN wider field,
With broader range OF subjects taught
Than Normal infancy revealed.
The grand old trees stand guard the same
Ger shaded walk and trysting place;
The moon peers throughthe branches dim
With just the same benignant face.
Adown the quaint and wide old street,
Old Boreas sweeps with laugh as gay
AS when, with many whisk and turn,
he blew our hats and books away.
That rare old class OF 81
With reminiscent line,
How willingly in memory's boat
We tloat TO Aud Lang Syne.
So far away--to-day so near
When we were young, like you
Who wear the honors we'll, nor fear
The race, for life is new.
The crows feet on the once round cheek,
The "silver mid the gold"
Remind US, when we care to look,
That we are growing old.
Full oft the silent messenger
Within our fold has come.
We mourn for those our classmates
In early life called bone.
As we recall each well -loved form,
The kindly tone and winning way,
"A mist OF sadness gather DER
The brightness OF reunion day.
The first to plant the Normal school
Amid Vermont's green hills,
AS nobly now as faithful then
The old-time post Of honor fills.
certain smile that culprits know
Looked thro' all false pretense and guile;
They felt the meanness of the act.
Nor dared again that dreaded smile.
And so they feared, as youth will fear,
Superiors whom justice rules,
All honor to that life long friend
And father of the Normal schools.
This milestone passed, we journey on
A decade, and who lives shall see
The earlier and the later work
Start on its second century.
With fond remembrance OF the past
Deep in our hearts to day,
We bid our Alma Mater 4e
God speed on the future way.
LUNA SPRAGUE PECK.
Brookfield, June 16, 1916.
Local Market Report.
Butter, 12c.; eggs, 1885,; chickens, 6 to 7c.;
turkeys,7 to &c.; beef, 2 to &c calves, to
ic. hogs, 2 to &c.; sheep, to &c.
lambs, 8 to 1-2c.; wool, $ to 10c.; hay, $12
13c qt; blueberries, 13c. a
qt.; raspberries, 10c.
Bucklen's Arnica Salve.
The BEST SALvE ia the world for cuts,
bruises, sores, ulcers, salt rheum, fever
sores, letter, chapped hands, chilhlains, |
ND all H.;