The daily morning journal and courier., 1907-06-21

ing advantage of the press to misrep- resent themselves before the public and gain confidence thereby. Edmund A. Burwell next delivered an exceedingly clever history in mock he- role style, the originality of which took immediately.
 Miss Jennie G. Gilbert then read the class poem which had been composed by her. The poem in full follows: Class poem as written by Miss Jerome follows.
 TO-DAY. gro My Classmates. The sun was setting glorious in the west And streaked the sky with colors of all That blended with each other con I stantly Around the glowing nucleus of fire. 1t sank thus solemnly into its couch Beyond the hills and meadows far away, But left a glow of pink and gold be- The softened shadow of the passing
 day. The glow departed. leaving all in rest. And mingled shadows of dusky gray
 and blue Had risen from the far horizon lino; And now the stars were gleaming in Beyond the hills to eastward shone a
 light, Which clearer grew as moments turned
 fo hOIrs. And ushcred with such majesty and
 pomp, The moon appeared. casting halo | bright. Thus at my window, needing not the I watch the gradual change of day to
 night, And marvel at the parable thus taught; For as the light recedes before the
 dark. Fen as the sun retires to rising moon, So life is always changing in its course, Thus childhood goes to nearer maiden
 hood, And maidenhood recedes to womanhood. I think of all my classmates now with How we are standing with reluctant
 feet
 Upon the threshold that divides our
 years,
 Where one step more means life in sc-
 riousness, And not the care-free, happy time that
 we
 Have now outgrown. Especially l
 think
 Of those four years just passed. which
 mean so much Tn growth of knowledge to our souls
 and minds. The soul, when first 'tis born, has mar. But as the time goes swiftly on, il Its mark with every passing day ant year,
 And soon has grown until it daily longs For wider space and higher realms tc Far up above the gloom and dust O
 earth,
 And this one mighty lesson it has taught A lofty aim--my souls aspiring end. As poets oft have said, life is school Where all must go and learn some les
 sons there But sometimes lessons come like bloom
 ing flowers That blossom, wither, change to usefu seed. So lessons learned from books vii
 blossom forth That have their work to do in latei time, And often are not valued when they're
 learned,
 But felt and honored in coming day I pay a grateful tribute to all those Who've aided us within these four goo(
 years, Not only for advice and knowledge lent But influence, the greatest lessor
 tonoht : Of Sconsecrated lives to service hard, Of love eft spent and seldom eer re
 paid,
 And thank them in the name of Nine teen Seven. For all the nameless benefits received Besides the growth of mind and soul , Had pleasure in our busy school-da!
 life. I think of all the times we've laughe,
 to see Our friends performing in farce O
 play; . Of all the pleasant times that we'v, held here Within these very walls. O! merr. So full of fun and frolic! Happy times } When life was one long sunshine holi day! This is the joy of youth, the rapi, change Of sorrow to an overfowing mirth, P For we've had sorrow in our school
 day years, D The loss of friends in deaths dim, glo , rious landi