Framingham State University - Dial Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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19 Dr. Lambert's Ode to the H. A. Seniors QAfter Milton's Lycidasl ELEGY 'ro FRIENDS NOW Los'r IN THE woRLD's GREAT voarzx Yet once more, oh my Seniors, and once more My noble class, with thoughts profoundly sad I cease my busy ticking on the keys And, taking up my pen, Am moved to tell to all the world What rash things I did then. Bitter lament and sad contrition now Compel me to relate them. . For now that class is gone,- gone far away! That noble group, those workers all so dear l Who would not mourn their loss ? They knew Both how to work and how to play. They must not wander out into the wo rld Unwept, and toil all unforgotten there. To sing their worth, my task. Your aid, oh muse I I do not need. Quite equal am I to this mournful task, For now my grief I will not try to mask 3 Away with all' my one-time pretence when, With lowering brows and grim, I told them that cocksureness was of all Their most besetting sin. For they were full of fun and they were frank, But were inclined in here to many a prank, Quite sternly then, with voice most deep and grave, I would to them relate what consequences dire To mind, to morals, and to all their marks Would follow if, their concentration gone, They joked on thus and tired my patience long. But, oh! how sad the change, now they are gone, Now they are gone, and never will return l The very walls grow mute with deep felt grief As now no longer they'll catch up and hurl From room to room, from floor to fioor, The sound of their speeding feet. But, ohl for me the change is sadder still. Please, Muse, come now and guide my quill! I cannot, if I would, tell how I'll miss them! JH

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THE WAILK THROUGH THE GROVE

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20 s . The Victory TAMAR was born and brought up in a village. All her life she had been to the public eye a free, easy, big-hearted girl, and had won her way into the hearts of the townspeople. Her playmates loved her and admired her, for she was leader of the crowd, But a crowd in a village is not always understood. Perhaps ten or fifteen boys and girls from ages varying three or four years would constitute a crowd. They come from any and all of the families, play togetherg go to school together, and often have clubs. What the leader thinks and does, the crowd do. Here is often the root of trouble. ' Tamar was leader in her village. She had about seven devoted followers, some boys and some girls. Then there were about six stragglers who followed at their will. Of course, Tamar realized her power. If any boy or girl went contrary to the unwritten law or betrayed a secret or played mean, then Tamar would be missed and the culprit, too. No one said a word. Everyone knew that they were together thrashing out the trouble and the straggler would come back, forgiven. Tamar never lost a follower and she never lost her lead. The power to win seemed born in her. A picnic, sleigh-ride, entertainment, camping party or any such capers were always carried on by Tamar. There she stands, a big, stalwart girl, strong enough and violent enough to shake any backslider into working order even if moral suasion failed. They feared her temper and admired her strength. But these conditions can not last forever. Tamar has grad- uated from high school, a young lady, and ready for what? A stranger says: Why do you all love her so much? I don't feel particularly attracted to her. That's because you don't know her, is the ever ready answer. A newcomer' sees how, when a sleigh ride is suggested, the crowd comes together around Tamar. She makes the plans. No one says, Let's see Tamar. It is understood. The drawing power is the last tie of the crowd spirit that is soon to be shut up in the hearts and among the treasures of their childhood days. The day has come when Tamar says 'tgood-bye and goes to Normal School. Now things have changed. Think of such a girl living in a dormitory with sixty girls! One afternoon in the first term, Tamar came rushing into her room and threw herself on her couch. Myra, Miss Sims told me I ought to go to the Tea. She said that it was my duty to go. I