Huntington College - Mnemosyne Yearbook (Huntington, IN)

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- if dna? One Hundred Twenty-two s-L-femmelfaemeweemnaiviosrna was in and oh! I was so glad when she chose me. She took me into the library with her and at first I though she would be very good to me but when she stuck me in that horrible old sharpener-oh! what agony. But I soon realized that unless she did this I would be of no account to her. She was very kind to me and used me to write in some of the most beauti- ful books. But she used me in more than books. I won't tell what else. She had a hard time keeping me, too. Some one was always wanting to borrow me. And strange to say all this time I kept getting smaller and smaller. Now my struggles are over. Miss Johnson has tied a beautiful green and red ribbon around my neck and has placed me in her Memory Book. I am used my her very best friends to write their very best thoughts. This seems like heaven. Jane Brown's Romance Ralph Platt Jane Brown was a very pretty young lady who lived in New York, although she was the daughter of a day laborer, she did not like to as- sociate with common people, but tried every way possible to become ac- quainted with the higher and wealthier class. ' Each day Jane would go to the large Hotel Jefferson and loiter in the lobby, thinking that she might attract the attention of some rich young man. It was during one of these visits that she noticed a well dressed man who seemed to have some authority, watching her as she mounted the stairs. She thought he was falling in love with her, and began to picture herself his wife in the near future. They would live in the hotel and she could spend each day in the hotel becoming acquainted with people of importance and would spend the evening at some large dance. She was sure one day, as she mounted the steps, that he was going to speak to her but he did not. So she passed on up to the library and was Writing a letter, when she heard footsteps which made her heart flutter, because she recognized them as those of her supposed lover. She slyly glanced over her shoulder to make sure. It was he, and he was approaching her. Instantly her heart was in her mouth. As he drew near her, he seemed rather embarrassed. By this she was sure that he had some mes- sage of love for her. Would she hold him off, or would she fiy into his arms? She would have rather chosen the latter. While she was trying to solve the question he saved her the bother of finishing. Approaching her he spoke quickly with a little stuttering, Mlle., he said, the use of the library is reserved for the guests only, you-you will have to leave. Jane came to her senses. She now knew why he had eyed her each day as she went up the steps, and as she left the hotel she resolved to marry the first garbage collector who could make her a comfortable living. I 'rjfwi

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Autobiography of a Pencil Lilah Mumma Though I am only a pencil, my name is Huntington College. I am very proud of this name because I represent a fine institution. Since you are probably not very Well acquainted with me and are puzzling over my queer name, I shall give you the history of my life. .Away up in the forests of Maine stood a great, tall tree. For many years it withstood the winds, rain, and snowg for many years it had been the home of beautiful forest birds, and for many years the little ivy which clung to its trunk had been struggling to reach its summit. One day in the early spring as the snow was melting and the great rivers were over- flowing, a group of working men entered the forest with axes, lsaws, and sledges. As they neared the tall pine tree it looked down upon them and sighed heavily. Trees had been falling all around it and now-was it pos- sible that it must suffer under the heavy blows of these cruel axes? In a few minutes a sharp ringing sound could be heard throughout the forest. Up in the air hundreds of feet the top of the great pine was wavering. It must fall! q Days and even weeks passed until the pine reached a factory where it was to be cured and sawed into smaller blocks. One long wooden circular stick with a diameter the size of a pencil, with lead on the inside was formed by going through several processes. Now! the most interesting part of my life comes. I was taken from one end of this long stick. I was about eight inches tall. I was not dressed very beautifully then. Neither were my little brothers and sisters. Along with them I was carried into a room in which there were many buckets of red and green liquid. First they put a red dress on me. Then they trimmed me with a beautiful green pennant which had on it Huntington College. Then they placed a bright metal collar around by neck and a small rubber cap on my head. Now what do you suppose they were going to do with me? Well, they tied me up with twenty-three of my little brothers in a bundle so tight that we could hardly breathe. But we soon became used to it and didn't mind it nearly so much. Then they placed us in a box and threw us in a large freight car. We were to take a long ride. And it didn't cost us a cent! After riding a whole day and night we reached a small city, Hunting- ton, Indiana. We were taken from the train ffor which we were very thankfull and loaded on a truck which took us to Huntington College. It was then that I realized where we received our name. We were not unpacked for what seemed to us a very long time. -But one day a very cheerful looking young lady came into the office for 1 pencil. The office girl pulled out a box of pencils and told the young lady who was Miss Johnson to take her choice. It happened to be the box I 5111 One Hundred Twenty-one mmmMnaMosrixiEm mmef