Union College - Stespean Yearbook (Barbourville, KY)

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THE STESPEAN 59 riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiNiiniiin{niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!iiiiiiii!uiiiiiii!iiiiiiiiiii!i!ii:i: Then I heard Father ' s voice: I ' m very sorrj ' , Mr. Bradford; it was only a careless mistake of one of the Ixiws, (Jf course 1 will pay for the actual damage caused by the cnws. They agreed upDii a suitalilc figure, and Mr. Bradford concluded: I would have charged iiu more, liut there is a possibility that one of the cows will die, and — well, I didn ' t want to be too har I on you. ( )f course if it had ln ' cn anyone else 1 ould have charged more. 1 slipped into my clothes and went down to face the worst. Father di l not s])eak to me at once, but as soon as Mr. Bradford left he led me ,gen- tl - into the drkshop. As he took down the Clolden Rule, he said, Son. you know ho ' 1 hate to do this, but 1 do it to remind you that duty and re- sponsibility come before anything else. 1 hope this is the last time that I shall ha e to do a thing like this. I had nothing to say. Then there was music in cam]). I ha l always Ijeen a fair mathematician, so I figured about ho ' long that rule would last. A few more licks and the stick would reach its elastic fatigue and go to pieces. But m - calcu- latfons were wrong, for when heather had finished his jol) he hung the Golden Rule back on the wall as good as ever. As 1 looked at it there, aided by the peculiar sensations in my back, I made a final decision that the old yellow- ruler shcnild never be taken down again for my lienefit. In a few davs that instrument of punishment (lisai)])eared and the clue was never found as to its whereabouts. (Jnly once was it mentioned 1 - Father, and that was one day wdien only he and Mother and I were at din- ner. One remark was made but it set me at liberty, l)ecause when Father spoke of the unaccountable disappearance of the Rule, 1 saw a smile and a wink slip off his face, directed towards Mother. Then he took my plate and as he passed it to Mother he said, How about another piece of pie for our lair nian ? ' .And I knew that all was well. Homer Hieronymous. College ' 27. I ish I were a poet. And had a pen of gold ; I ' d write a poem very long Like Tennyson of old. But alas I ' m niit the poet. And try as though 1 might I ' ll never write a poem. My head is all too light. H. H. ' 27.

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58 THE STESPEAN JllIllimiUlllllllllllllllllll!IIIIIIIIHIIIII1inUUU11llll!IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII IINIIIIIIII!!lllllllll!lill!IIIW THE DEAR OLD GOLDEN RULE Tlu ' rule i which I write was unc that hung over an old work 1)ench at h(iHU ' . It was of great hiral)iHty, fur it was made of straight maple wood, and was ])ainted a beautiful golden yellow. There was a hole in one end hv which It hung on a nail in the wall. 1 always looked at it with disgust when 1 wdrkcd at the hench. for it was not only an aid to the work of the farm and household, hut many a time it was used as an executive of home law. Alan - a time ha e 1 worked at the old l)ench, Iniilding a bobsled or perfecting a bow and arrow, but never once lid I take down the Golden Rule to aid me in m work. .Somehow 1 feared e eryone (.)f those thirty-si.x inches markeil off on the wood, and 1 knew 1 had stood before its onslaught once at least for e erv inch. ( )ften J lookeil at it hanging innocentl)- on its nail, and tried to raise enough courage to take it down and chop it into Ijits with the hatchet, but 1 never couhl brint myself to touch it for I remem- bered that Father had a way of looking straight into my very soul whenever he questioned me about any piece of mischief of which I was suspected, ( Ine experience I remember distinctly, for it was my worst and last with the Golden Rule. It happened in the sunnner when the corn just reached to the waist of the plowman as he cultivated his crop; just when the ten- der lea es of the cabljage began to curl themselves affectionately around its sweet Noung heart. Father had the largest dairy near town, and it al- wa -s befell me to care for a half dozen stubborn caKes who spent their first summer in the orchard. After the cows were about half milked, it was my job to turn them into the orchard so that the cah es could have their share. On this |)articular afternoon I turned the cows thrtiught the gate, and ran into the ht)use to see Uncle Jolm who had just ilriven up in his new car. I meant to return soon and drive the cows back for the night but supper was ready and I ate intending to finish my little job as soon as the meal was over. Uncle John, however, asked us t ] go for a ride in the new car, and we didn ' t get home till after dark. The next morning 1 was awakened by loud shouts, and I rec(.)gnized the angry voice of Mr, Bradfonl, our nearest neighbor. Yes, I reiuembered all right then. The cows had gone straight down the lane which led into Mr, Bradford ' s garden, and I knew that the gate was wide open, for the hired man had been hauling hay up the lane the day liefore. The conversation seemed to be traxeling in my direction, Yes. sir, thundered Mr. P radford, that was the be.-t corn in the county, Mandy ' Icjwed she ' d ha e roastin ' ears by the first of July; you ought to see that corn n(jw; Hit ' s iilumb runi ' V; just stubbs stickin ' up; and all them pretty beans and sweet jjotato vines tramped into the ground, I tell you sir, 1 vouldn ' t have had that done for two hundred dollars cash in hand,

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60 THE STESPEAN iniiiiiniiiniii li nm iiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiniiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii LATIN CLUB Lillic Owens President Stanley Faulkner Vice President Gertrude Philips Secretary and Treasurer Miss Carter and Miss Ruef Sponsors