Rocky Ford enterprise. (Rocky Ford, Colo.) 1887-1950, 1907-10-18
School rsa'asus Meet Up
Continued from Fourth Page

Sontihueu from rouftn rage
the Ay leaf of my Psychology. a few
short months before:
OF soft blue eyes. and golden hair,
Let Seotia's Robbie sing;
Give me the girl with the eyes OF
night.
And hair like the ravens wing!
Then there was timid youth. who
seemed ever on the point OF declaring
himself. yet ever held back. In deep
sympathy for him after my brothers
mildly demurred at wood saving for
holiday pastime. ! reeited sweetiy.
plainiively the following heroic quat'
rain from the pen OF the Widow Be-
dott:
Full forty dollars wonid ! give
II we'd continered aprt.
For though you've made my spiri.
live.
You'll surely bust my heart"
The rest is silence. You see me
where ! stand. And now-How did
he get away from me. Ask the child
who cries for the moon. why the gem
tie Luna moves serenely on in her eN-
allied orbit: ask the boy who. exhaust
ed from the pursuit. lies down upon
the warm heart OF mother earth for
comfort when the many-hued butterfly
continues her flight in the blue ether
above: ask the hunter whose fowling-
piece primcd and loaded for the king
OF birds. finds after the discharge. the
monarch OF the sky. sailing majestic.
ailv among the clouds with no feather
singed; ask the fisherman whose hook
baited with the richest worm that
earth affords. why his cork hobs up
serenely. and the fish go on their way
rejoicing. Ask. well. ask the man
himself for he probably knows bet
ter than do. But so Il 10: Ny but
ton bag Is full Of buttons; there Il no
demand for them. The darning cot
ton so thriftily laid in when hope Was
In the bud. has grown tender with
sge-as have I. There ID no morn
ing newspaper opposite. me At q.
BILE. No incense rises from an In
csusted clay ecnser to gladden. my OIL
factories. and paint and scent the dra-
peries. No ivy reaches out his ten
drills to this. oak for support No Gull
mary triumphs are accomplished IN
my kitchen for "his" sake. No rud-
dy tomato is done up into the fes-
tive preserve because "hc" likes L..
On Tie day that / told 4 one-i.gsed
peddler who sold shoe strings and
pins. to cali again when che" was at
home, as ! never kept large sums of
money in the house during -his" alb
scucc, Il savorcd so of connubial fc-
iiei,y. that ! rolled Il as sweet NOR
sci under my tongue. I repeated Il
again and again. until I began to lis
ten for ''his" footsteps.
All well, I, amt no use TO whimpcr
u you can't rejoice.
When God sorts OIL, the sexes.
And dom; send men.
Why men amt my choice.
The closing selection was a rcci-
tation by Marie Juiicnnc Anderson. n
modern rendering OF MARY Had a
Little Lamb" The Enterprise feels
called upon to find room for a, least
the first verse:
MARY had little lamb,
He was her steady beau.
And everywhere that Mary wen,
The Lamb put up the dough.
When the school dismissed for
lunch the pupils filed out through the
ENTRY" and found their lunch bucl-
cts awaiting them. each one labelled
with the picture OF pretty child face
and short story OF some humorous
incident of the school room. Rcbeeea
Rowcna Randel acted as monitor OF
the coffee bucket, and Evclina Bclin-
da Thomas and Europena Kcndig
monitors OF the tin cups. Lunch was
eaten on rugs spread upon the lawn
to the music of fine gramaphonc.
kindly manipulated for the occasion
by Mrs. (Dr) Lawson from her bal
eony ovcrhanging the play grounds.
Ono OF the departing guests said:
A Pedagogical lunch" sounded dread
fully .ry but we "haven't had dull
minute"