The Kalispell bee. [volume] (Kalispell, Mont.) 1900-192?, 1903-04-17
The WasherWoman.

In a very humble cot,
In a rather quit spot,
In the suds and IN the soap,
Worked a woman, full of hope;
Working, singing, all alone,
In a sort of undertone:
With the Savior for a friend.
He will keep me to the end
Sometime, happening along,
| heard the semi-song.
And | often used to smile,
More in sympathy than guile;
But | never said word
In regard to what | heard,
AS she sung about her friend
Who. would keep her to the end.
Not in sorrow nor in glee
Working all day long was she,
AS her children, three or four,
Played about her on the floor
But in mOnotones the song
She was humming all day long:
With the Savior for a friend,
He will keep me to the end
It's a song do not sing,
For | scarce believe thing
OF the stories that are told
OF the miracles of old
But l know that her belief
Is the anodyne of grief
And will always be a friend
That will keep her to the end.
| have seen her rub and scrub
On the washboard in the tub,
While the baby, sOpped in suds,
Rolled and tumbled in the buds;
Or was padding in the pools
With old scissors stuck in spOOls;
She still is numming of her friend
Who would keep her to the end.
Human hopes and human creeds
Have their root on human needs;
And | should not wish to strip
From that Washerwomans lip
Any song that sne can sing.
Any hope that songs can bring:
For the woman has friend
Who will keep ner to the end.
Eugene Ware, "Tronquill."
Easter wasn't such a bad day after
ali-the sun shone all day, but there
was certainly a raw breeze permeat-
ing the atmosphere. New dresses
and gorgeous hats were worn by
nearly everyone. The churches were
crowded to the utmost, and the din
ners at the hotels were quite an at
traction A very fine program was
rendered at the National hotel by the
Mexican musicians, and many of the
ultra attended.
"A little learning is dangerous
thing
Drink deep. or taste not the Pierian
spring"
A person, however may drink but
sparingly of that fountain. and yet
feel that the draught is refreshing
and elevating. With too many young
people, however the only question Is
TO graduate or not to graduate,
and once having concluded to OBJ
tain an education. the student tolls
long and hard to complete his course
that the ultima Thule" OF
learning will be reached the hour the
diploma is received Having finished
their labors N their recitation rooms
they leave forever the walks Of lit
erary life, leeming the parchment
they have received sufficient proc
o: their scholarship. They foolishlA
think they have explored the arcane
o. wisdom and that henceforth moth
ing remains but to tell what the,
know of the wonders of science ant
the mysteries of a college education
We live in an age full of activity
knowledge and power and a MAJ
PATHS Library of Literature and ma,
make Chaucer his model; he ma
delight in modern eloquence or por
ever Balzac, and it is true that thes
and host of others teach us TIL
operations Of the mind. HOweve
we'll versed man may be in tn
sciences. how much knowledge h
may derive from the text books an
colleges, he is not necessarily
scholar. In the world around II
thHre are books not written with
pen or printed on paper, and ye
they are none the less interestn
and instructive. When we look abov
us we find a book open in the blu
oil cloudy sky. and he who desires
be a real scholar reads attentivel
the lessons taught by the sun in il
grandeur, or the murky clouds
their darkness. Beneath Us. nature
volume is unfolded for our perusa
and the grass, the flowers and ever
pebble We grind beneath our fe
teaches us a lesson most Sublim