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THE ORIOLE 57 HiUtam dlonps, Ifia Sgterg Mon. APr. i — Had to stay in half hour today cause I pulled Janie Young’s hair its awful read and wouldn’t hurt to be pulled, sides it was jist a Apr. fool joke. No one else had ter stay in til some one brought in that littel ole sissy Edgar alien no fun in him. Thot teacher’s never goin ter let me go so i sayed i had a headache an she lemme go. When i got outside wasnt nothing there but a little ole dog What i throwed at. i chased it an i got it onley we fell down, an a ladey got out a car an hugged us an sayed o darlin, an made me feell funny but she was talkin to the dog : she tuk me in the auty mobele an when We got home an opened the dore mama sayed at she thot miss miggs wuz extravag— sumpin and she Spent muney like grass an Wuz sorry she wuz hear: An miss Miggs got mad an mama scolded me. An papa done worse, an i never did nothin: i couldnt help if the lady wuz miss Miggs; Wendsday, Apr. j — i fergot to rite yisterdy but all at hap- pened was i hadd to stay in a hr. jist because i walloped jonny Smith on the hed for makin eyes at dorothy an she sayed i wuz only one could do that; — an terday Dorothy got madd cause i dropt the candy wen I wuz passin It to her: but she got awl- rite at recess ;-but i saw Her on thee st. an she never even spoke: whuts the matter with her ide like to no. I wish i knew i bett its that dingbusted sissy edgar? Thur.Apr. 4 — I’ll be jim swizzled if twasnt that Edgar after all, but i bloodied his nose and beat him up good an he wont never wawk home with dorothy no more an he wont tell her them stories that aint true: He said i was huggin that Crazy miss miggs on the st.; But i Told Dorothy an she’s awl- rite now! Fri. Apr. 5 — We Had a play terday for somethin an me and Dorthy wuz in it. an edgar Allen wud a bin; but they said he wuz sik? bet i no whut wuz the matter. I fergot whut i wuz to say in the play an how can a person rumember everything ide Like ter no: Satterday Apr. 6 — Wish we didn’t have to write these dyries — am havin a Good Time — Sun. Apr. 7 — Aint nothin to do so will rite a few lines- went to Sunday skool an got a black eye an a awful hateful scolding about fightin But if i got the black eye i dont think I oughter be blamed? Had To stay to Church an went ter sleep
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THE ORIOLE 56 But to return to the good river. The river has now grown into “manhood” in every sense of the word. Some rivers, like some men, are rulers. That this is a fact could not be doubted by any one who should see the slow, majestic trend of a river as it flows along its course in the consciousness of its unlimited power. It furnishes the power for every phase of industry, if not directly, indirectly through the great medium, electricity. Were a river able to talk, what would be the numbers of mysteries solved, romances disclosed, and unknown crimes brought to light? It could tell of people who had disappeared and were never again heard of ; it could tell of crimes which had never been solved, for it had seen the murderer drag his victim to the bank and had heard the dull splash as he rolled him into the river to be hidden forever — unless the river, in grim humor, cast the body upon the banks far from the scene of the crime. Who knows of the romances watched by a river when the moonlight plays on the surface of the water, faintly illuminating all nearby objects in its faint silvery glow? And yet, all these things may be locked in the bosom of a river, never to be revealed. Finally, the last stage of development in a river’s life is reached; it no longer expands as before but rather seems to shrink, and it is at this stage that it goes into the sea and is lost forever — even as man dies and passes into the great un- known. Robert Finks, ' 21.
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58 THE ORIOLE like mr. brown does! Ate a big dinner An played bawl til mama made me stop I think i’ll end my dyiery it aint verry enterest- ing. So with best wishes Yours Truely, William Jones. P. S. — dorothy wasnt at church Today an things wuz might dull. — W. J. Beveridge Roberts , ’ 23 .
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