St. Johnsbury Caledonian. [volume] (St. Johnsbury, Vt.) 1867-1919, 1907-08-28

pupils of those days were brought viviu-
ly to mind and many happy thougnt
was brought out, mingled with some
what of sadness in memory of school
mates who have gone beyond. Harvey
Burbank of Danville, the present districi
superintendent of schools for the Central
Caledonia supervision union, VINO was a
visitor" being called upon, spoke
briefly.
Among other teachers were; Mrs.
Mary Kennedy Hight of West Iopsha!m,
who taught there A years ago, being
therefore the dean of the teachers, Mrs.
Lizzie Warden Somers, Mrs Laura
Lackie Warden, Mrs. Jennie Galbra1th
Moore, Miss Annie Warden, Mrs. Jennie
Smith Brock, and Miss Bessie +. Wright
of Barnet, Mrs. Ella Currier EMERSON OF
Peacham, Mrs. Mabel Brock French OF
st. Johnsbury, and Misses Mabel ii. and
Mary 1. Ranney of Concord. Miss
Nellie Somers, who is to teach the COM
ing term, was also present.
Letters from the following teachers
were read: Mrs. Mary McLaren Gates OF
Barre, Rev. E. D. Mason of Belvldere,
Mass, Miss Eleanor F, Aldrich OF Ware.
Mass, Mrs. Abbie Goodenough Bliss OF
Somerville, Mass, Mrs. Nancy Somers
Sharrar of Marshalltown, Iowa and
Mrs Lillian Annis Masure.
Among pupils from away were: Mrs.
Mabel Gilhllan Mcclellan Of Wells River,
Mrs. Hattie Warden James of Concord,
Mrs. Josie Goss Olmstead Of Greensboro,
Mrs. Jennie Buchanan Warden, Mrs.
Florence Goss Warden and Miss Mary A.
Moore of St. Johnsbury, Charles ]. Gil
fillan who came from beyond Bangor,
Me-, to attend the reunion, Carlos Gil
tllan of West Burke, Charles Warden OF
South birmingham, Mass, and Mrs.
Jane Adams Bolton of Peacham.
On motion of Cora Warden Clement,
numerously and earnestly seconded, it
was unanimously voted to proceed to a
permanent organization and the follow
ing officers were elected: President, Mar
tin d. Gibson; Sec, Miss Annie Warden;
treas, Mrs. Irena Chamberlain; execu-
tive committee, George A. Warden,
Frank ]. Randall, and William j. Nc
Laren. Annual gatherings are to be
called by the executive committee who
shall set the date. After the speaking
all repaired to the school house yard
where the Barnet photographer took
pictures of the teachers, the scholars,
and the whole gathering in separate
groups.
A happier company of people seldom
gathers than this one which broke up
about four o'clock after a most enjoy
able day, with many kindly hand
shake and promise to come again next
year, as we'll as hearty God speed for
each and all in the meantime.
During the exercises the following
verses were read. They were written
and sent by Milo A. Gibson, son of the
president of the society. He has been
student at the University of Marburg,
Germany, this season. He is now on
his way home. Mr.. Gibson is graduate
Of the University of Vermont where he
earned the A. B. degree, and is studying
for the degree of Master Of Arts.
From the mountains green of old Vermont
To the high aud rugged Alps;
From the old red school house by the road
To the mounts with whitish caps;
From the land beyond the sea,
Comes thought of the olden district school,
So dear to you and me.
How long to be with you again,
In the land of the olden days,
And to see again the people dear,
And to hear the old time lays,
And to join with you this summer time,
And to meet with you and say;
Hurrah for this school beside the brook
Three cheers for this August day
But the Fates that plot our destinies,
Have plans for us in store,
And the comrades of our childhood days,
Have gone from shore to shore,
Til an oceans depth, or Nations breadth.
Intercept your path and mine
Or else our locks have been turned to gray,
BY the subtle thief of time.
For we cannot always be children free,
To go to school and play,
But instead, we must face the duties of life,
For we know that there's way
That will lead us out of our narrow path
To life very helpful and broad,
For the land that we love with heart more
than full
Gives us freedom to worship our Cod
In the school days of the olden time,
Our thoughts from care were free;
We froliced together mid yonder pines;
LIES future we did not see;
But all the while our teachers dear,
Did guide our footsteps straight
And gave us opportunities,
Which now we see, too late
For the days have come, and the days have
gone,
When the moments were of gold
No more can l be child at school
AS in the days of old;
So with hearts that are true, with spirits
free,
Are we all together here
To renew in our minds the thoughts of
mates