Iron County register., 1900-03-15

] ing the president, Il was unaware that
| the rites e the club called for con-
fessions from second persons-or-'
Parties of the second part?" said
the president. You are correct. 1
sustain your objection
%; nay not be so clever at rapid cal
culatiCns and large subtractions as
some of my classmates" here she
looked scathingly at the Typewriter
| Girl, but / never wrote quotations my
self and palmed them off as being from
Shakespeare and other poets"
The Fluffy Girl sat down sustained
| by thrill of horror that evinced itself
in distinct rustic of skirts.
The Typewriter Girl blushed and fin
gered her lorgnette chain nervously.
81 suppose" she began, smiling as
though at childish folly,
| suppose you tell us about that"
suggested the president. 1T sounds
as though it might be in line with the
subject of our discussion this even
ing?"
| The Typewriter Girl coughed slight
ly and said:
1T was like this. We were supposed
to get up in the class every Friday
afternoon and give quotation from
memory. Each girl had to have one
and every Friday we used to get moth
| ing but Life is real. life is earnest
and The quality of mercy speech and
| Break, Break. Break and all those
standbys. Finally the professor
barred a lot of these and said we'd
have to get something newer.
I "WelI. one Friday came along and
l didn't have anything ready but To
be or not to be- which had been ex-
cluded. So when my turn came | got
up boldly and said with great express
sion:
: And Fate-the Immu BILE,
| Rakes empty shells along the shores of
time,
| Robert Browning.
Il could see that the girls all thought
this was fine and the professor said
! that here was a thought. He said we
must study it over and get at its true
meaning and he had the girls copy
it down and he told Us that this was
the interesting feature of Browning's
poems that they were not mere jim
gles-they were profound thoughts.
The next week felt more confident
and | gave them this:
| In !ifes dim glen of years
| We gather sweetest bloom,
The hearts forget-me-nots brimmed up
with tears!
The professor asked me what poem
this was from. He said that for beauty
| of thought and imagery of express
sion it surpassed ar thing he had ever
read of Shelley's.
Il told him that | couldn't recall the
poem but l had heard it read in my
childhood and the lines had rung in my
memory ever since. By this time was
getting famous for finding rare and
beautiful quotations, but one of the
girls got on and passed me n slip of
paper one day during recitation. She
had written on it: Please push along
one of those good things. l have moth
ing to-day but Under a spreading
chestnut tree So l dashed off this in
hurry:
Love and Youth and Hope
Are stars that shine the brightest in the
sky of years!
Thomas Moore.
THE professor said he remembered
the lines distinctly, but ne thought she
was mistaken; that they were from
Walter Scott. She stammered so over
it that | think he began to suspect. for
after that we had to mention the poem
and the verse and he kept record in
book
Suppose we talk OF some graver
Crimes said the Newspaper Girl.
Even now we are fraudulentIy gloss
ing over our real deceits and rela ting
to trivial incidents. Let us tell of some
of the really mean things we've done"
The ProOfreader Girl arose with
look of determination, She was put
ting on gayer half-mourning every
meeting and was beginning to take no.
tice. the president said.
During the first year of my welded
life" she said. Il used 20 deceive my
husband frightfully."
Were you found out?" asked the
Medical Student. who was engaged and
looking for points.
Yes" she said; but he was so
generous about it, She raised vio-
let-bordered handkerchief part way to
her eyes and then took it down. 1T
was about cooking" she said.
Tom had the funniest way of invit-
graphing me at the~last moment when
there was no time 20 cook anything.
1t used to drive me wild.
Zone day one of those messages came
and the maid suggested sending to the
Uplate club for some things. She said
she used to live with lady who always
did this when she had company, so /
sent her up and got an elaborate menu
and an exquisite dessert.
"Then I pet the candles on the table |
so they couldn't see very well and | |
dressed in hurry and when they came |
in I said they must put up with what |
had prepared and l joked about being |
a cooking school scholar and all that. |
You should have heard them rayinr |
over the dishes. Tom said bachelor life |
was all right. but there was nothing |
like having your own home and being |
able to invite your friends to take poJ |
luck. Then his friend would say if they |
knew any girl that could cook like that |
he would go right out and propose to |
her. The salad dressing was just as
good as the chef at the Uplate club /
madei"
But l had to confess finally one
cream for dessert. served in frilled pa
per cases. AS usual my cooking was
being eNtolled when Tom passed me
one of the cases upside down on
spoon.
They really are much better than
those they have at the club" he said.