The daily morning journal and courier., 1897-06-23
THE VALEDICTORY.

''Dear ClaSSmatoS-AS you ride from here to Springfield on the train you see from the car window beautiful river with bright, clear water and changing banks, and, if you do not tire of watching as the train flies on, you will see several pretty waterfalls and whirling rapids, and far on, at the bend of the river majestic bridge, making a very lively and interesting scene. By the side of this river flows a sluggish canal with straight banks and dull, smooth surface; no life nor motion dis turbing the placid waters, save the slow canal boats plying up and down.
 These two very different but yet con- nected objects seem to me to represent our school life. One, the canal typlfies the straightforward, sober plodding, the hard, faithful work; while the river, with changing scene and variation, pie lures the surprises and good times we have had
 "It has been pleasant, has it not, at dear old Lowell, with our kind master and teachers, and it Is hard to leave all the familiar associations of the past years, but we have finished our course here, and must go on to new scenes and new pelasures, just as the river must go on to the sea and mingle with its waters, meeting there both calm blue skies and dreadful storms. Yet, in the sadness of parting, l do not believe there is one of us that re- grets having taken so brave a start in the cool of the day and commenced our march in the morning of our lives, and so can stand now ready to advance. And, it Is my pleasant privilege to thank our principal, in behalf of the class for the great help that he has given us in the school room, and the pleasant evenings we have spent at his home in the meetings of the glee club. He has done much for us, and we can repay him only by working hard and faithfully, no matter where we may be, to do credit to the school of which he has had the direction for so many years.
 Dear teachers. as we bid you good | pye, we extend to you our heartfelt sympathies, anticipating your trials with the fresh and green class of 9S, and though it would probably mortify you very much if we were found want ing and obliged to remain another year, you will often sigh, we are sure, for the departed days of the class of 97.
 We ourselves need not exchange good-byes, for we all go on to the new life together, but to those we leave behind. we bid goodbye with most pleasant recollections of our work here and great anticipations for that which is yet to come"
 THE CLASS POEM Our Class Day now has come at last And we have closed our Lowell task fnnr tt,et had Especially in algebra, which makes me mad MT. French has been just as patient as How he ever stood our foolishness, really | can't see;
 And Miss Tucker and Miss smith-if I'd We'd been different kind of girls and men, And then there's Mir Kendall dear;
 Well, he's not been so good;
 For he made us trot to school
 Every single day he could.
 Rainy days and snowy days,
 And sunshiny days and all,-
 And circus days and Arbor days,
 When the birds so sweetly call
 But, then, s'pose we must be bright To go to High school, you know;
 But we can show him we're all right And we're not what they call dead slow" But then. along with school days We must remember there's a rule, And not condemn MT. Kendall
 As being quite so cruel. The days we've passed are past and gone; They might have been much darker If it had not been for our ciassmate, President Emma Parker Times like these times come around With sadness mixed with joys; But, ah! really I forgot
 To talk about the boys.
 Boys will be boys, we all are told; | hot no mo Least said about the boys,
 Perhaps, the better.
 might mention our class flower,
 The pretty laurel branch;
 But, really, I must hestate,-
 l see a look from French. Our time, I see, is limited,
 And 'twould be breaking rule;
 So I'll bid goodbye to classmates
 And dear old Lowell school.
 B. B. HUNTER.