The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1921-06-24
High, School Graduates One Of L largest Classes;
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To unearth Captain Kdd's treasure? wonder, too, how Sherlock would If he found himself on Robinson Cru soe's island, With only Friday in Watson's place, And a tent of boughs and skins in place of the Baker Street house. Would he be resourcefuf enough to
 Outwit the cannibals, As he did the gang in the gas works! A sudden flash of flame from that Outlines ines the features of gallant
 Edmond Dantes- I love to hear him "count off his And reward his faithful friends. His justice as stern Aibbe BuSoni- and
 his immense fortune as Monte Christo
 The vigorous Zorro is a. more modern prototype, In the romance called The Curse of Which irrespresszEble Doug Fair
 banks recently brought to the Busily fighting wrongs, And carving his initial with swift ChfvairoGs, tender and lovable. by
 turns
 Strange how one burning fagot will That's the way I like to remember
 D'Artagnan and The Three
 MuSketeeB- "One for all; and all for one" As they stauchIy defend the King,
 while upholding the Queens
 reputation When her diamonds are not forth
 coming for the court ball What a philosophy of life their 1oy-
 a1ty presents! Damon and Pythias were scarcely
 more faithful to each other. Another dear friend of mine seems From the corner over there, where
 the reflection From that old shield seems to suggest The benevolent features of Perigord,
 in Lockes Beloved Vagabond: Spending his life in bringing joy to Though often through his own self
 denial. Speaking of self-denia1 always re-
 minds me Of BaIzac's Pere Goriot. ambitious
 for his daughters And willing to live humb1y in order
 that they may ape aristocrats. Simple old Abbe Constantin is fitt-
 ing third To those two splendid men That snake-Hke tongue of flame, Creeping along to reach the branch
 above, Reminds me of Lady Macbeth, and To beware the end that comes to
 wicked ambitions. Becky Sharp had a longer career
 before her ignominious last But she, too, had to pay the schem-
 CTS penalty. That log looks like an old-tfme gal
 ley-the sOr of vessel That transported ventureSome, boast
 full, old Odysseus To the cave of Po1yphemus the one
 eyed, and his giant sheep. He was a true pioneer. I would draw the line, however,
 about accompanying Even a Homeric hero on a trip to A later epoch developed Cooks But the real searcher after adven-
 tUre Never enjoyed himself more than I
 did, When I mentally accompanied Cap
 tain Memo in the Nautilus, As we went pearl hunting in the Fighting sharks lon the side," as it Many a rapt hour have I spent with
 sturdy old Allan Quartermadn, In search of The Ivory Child and
 
 QuiXotic. As a final taste of wanderlust, like
 to imagine myself With Barbicane and his fellow trav-
 elerS On their trip to the Moon, playing
 domfnoeS en route. Another and another fiction-friend
 passes before my minds eye Jealous Othello; Romeo and Juliet, who loved not
 wisely but too well; Unctuous Jaques who rants that
 leach man in his time Plays many parts, his acts being
 seven ages" In his frock coat and dropping
 rnustache, Bret Harte's Gambler Steps forth with the other Outcasts
 of Poker Flat Almost at their heels stumps along Long John of Treasure Island. Behind him follows Doctor Jekyn,
 smiling benevolently; While in his shadow crouches the
 repulsive Hyde. Four other shapes advance in a
 group by themselves. Tom Sawyer, pafntbrush in hand
 and arm across Huck Ffnn's
 shoulder: Pudd'nhead Wilson, comparing finger
 prints with his reading glass. Stalking along in the rear comes that
 quaint Yankee in King Arthur's Court.