Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1912-06-21


worldly wise we felt when we viewed
the ranks of timid Freshmen. We did
not shirk our duties but gladly well
coined them and did our best to make
them feel at home, although, of course,
we We're obliged To bring them to
realization of their youth and I'M
sophistication.
At our first class meeting we elect
ed Cyril Jelly president.
Prophecy.
The Prophecy. by Miss Lucille Foster,
was next read, and was a laughable
document. In part, it follows: One
pleasant afternon. in the early autumn
Of the year 1872, | WAS strolling in a
leisurcly manner about the grounds OF
the International Exposition, which
was being held in san Francisco. IS |
had an hour to wait before meeting
some friends, / wandered idly on, with
no particular destination. taking any
direction that chance might decree. As
| turned the corner of one of the main
avenues my attention was attracted by
a small peculiar shaped building, which
| had never before noticed It was low
ard irregularly built and was adorned
on the outside with quaint figures. Its
appearance was so interesting and
unusual that / determined to find out
more about 1t. Accordingly ! walked
uE to the entrance and discovered q
sign over the door. which increased
my interest and establishment. 1t read
as follows: Learn the whereabouts
of your relat ves aud friends through
Professor Thayer's marvellous new in
veution. The Yoyoseope." Now this was
without exception the most extraordt-
nary notice that / had ever seen and
without further delay / entered the
little building
found myself In a small box-like
room containing a chair and table
with bell on it. | stood there expect
antly fol several moments and then
rs nothing at all happened, l plucked
up my courage and rang the bell loud
is. Immediately a tremendous uproar
arose in the inner room. The noise was
frightful and increased every moment.
1t Sounded as if several people We're
falling over chairs. tables and other
similar distractions. These sounds were
accompanied by what | judged to be
the breaking of glass and the falling
Confusion reigned supreme for some
moments and | was on the point of
leaving the place in great alarm when
the door Of the inner room burst open,
and two young men hastily entered
or. it would be more accurate to say.
feil in, fer the first one tripped on the
threshold and the second one promptly
fell over him. Great as my fright was.
my amusement was even greater and
setting down in the chair, / laughed
until thc tears rolled down my cheeks.
While the young men slowly untangled
Themselves and rose from the floor
when I had finished wiping my eyes
I discovered with Il start of surprise
that The fares of the two were strange
" familiar and that they were none
ether than nay old classmates, Frank
9'hayer and Ned Barry.
Fred Holmes Curtis of Addison read
the GRAFTON. which follows:
Play Up, Play Up and Play the Game.
As We stand at the end of our prepare
tory school life we look back upon our
school DAYS. We look back upon the long
tran covering, with some of us, more
than four years. and we think over the
events of those years. We think of the
things that we have done, we think like
wise OF the things that we have left un-
done. but nevertheless we feel sure that
even through our failures we have learn
ed some of the truths of life All through
our days at Coburn these has been a
voice urging US to do our best. That In
lluence finds expression in the poem on
the school WALL
There's a breathless hush in the close to-
night.
Run to make and the match to win.
a humping pitch and binding light,
An hour TO play and the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of ribboned
ceat,
Nor the selfish hope Of seasons fame.
But his captains hand on his shoulder
Play up! play up! and play the gamel
Red with the wreck OF the square that
broke
The Gatiinss jammed and the colonel
And the regiment blind with dust and
smoke.
The river. Of death has brimmed it's
banks
And England's far aud honor name:
But the voice of a sei,oelboy rallies the
ranks:
Play up! play up and play the game!
This is the word that year by year
While IN her place the school is set,
Every one of her sons must hear
And none that hears IL, dare forget.
This they all with a joyful mind
Bear through life like a torch in flame
And. falling. fling to the host behind:
Play up! play upl and play the game!
Many of us are leaving school to
GO to college, others to go into the
business worlC,, at once. Now is the
time for us TO deduct some lesson
from our srhooldays Have ave Civ
en- our best to our school and TO our
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