Agnes Irwin School - Last Strand Yearbook (Rosemont, PA)

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M 1 ii 1 W O in Valedictory Once a tiny stream was born half-way down a mountain side. It was made up of many springs and little trickling threads of water from far up the great mountain. Some had sprung from beds of luxurious woods others fro d , m eep down in barren, sandy soil, but one and all met in this one stream. It was a hard course winding down the mountain side. Here and there great trees and rocks stood in its would meet again beyond the difliculty. But not always. Sometimes a tiny branch would take such a large bend th t 't ld ' ' ' a 1 cou not find its way back, and so the stream would go on without it. Every year it was joined by new waters and every year old waters would stray away by mistake, or alas! sometimes from will, and never come back. At last the stream grew into a wide river, made up only of the strongest waters, and they flowed evenly together in a wide, unswerving channel. And now, far in the distance could be heard the deep roar of the ocean, and the river quickened and seemed to Hy over the pebbles. It had many friends: the rain, and the wind, and the sun, who urged it on, guiding it kindly through grassy meadows and helping it over difficult places. 57 way, and its waters would fork to find the best channel and

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And when the breezes blow, Mary is a little lamb, We generally go below She always is in school, To try and get rid of the waves, But all the questions she can ask, But the eyes of our Marj Should be against the rule. Are so round and so large, That they roll us right into our graves. The roses that bloom in the Spring, tra-la, C I , . Are beautiful, yes, to behold, o,gate S gone to rumh But the roses that bloom on our Marj Taylor's cheeks S0 S Pear S and glyeerme' Are more beautiful one thousand-fold For Sarah Morton's beauty ' I5 real' as may be Seen' You may twist it and turn it- Her foot is small, Whatever YOU Cen, Her form elastic. But our Tenney s good nature You should see I. Page IS beat by U0 man- Dance the light fantastic. Hilda's a rampageous child, Two such good-looking girls as our Oggie and Bert The noisiest in school, 'Twould be hard as the dickens to beat, She drives us all completely wild, And they radiate charms with their eyes and their And smashes every rule. smiles, As a furnace would radiate heat. Let us See if Tyson can . , Be a little gentleman! Frances Randall, its a scandal, Have things come to such a pass, HOW You do behave, That she can't sit still in class? Your tricks and misdemeanors To Study Shess forgotten how Make everyone look grave' She's a business woman now., Who is a gentle, docile lass? . . Who neyer was known to offer 1-Sass :yr She sure is a daisy as everyone knows, The pride of all the History class 4? up Our dalflfbi and Sweet Anna Walfhouf' I. Rodgers. For she s like a fine lily, or tulip, or rose- In fact anything but a wallflower. There was a young damsel called Rehn, Who didn't resemble a hen, There is a young lady named Tim, But upon closer look, Who is most attractively slim, A prince from a book, With her figure and eyes, oh dear! what a prize, Was never more 'courtly than Rehn. She'll be for some fortunate him! 56

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Now the ocean is nearly reached. Soon the girls who have worked together so many years will leave school with all its difficulties and its pleasures. It will be hard to separate and leave the well-known way of our school-days and the friends whose companionship has meant so much to us. But above all will we be sorry to leave those who have helped us and who have made us feel their sympathy and love through everything. It is they who have guided the little rill from the mountain side, and watching over it with infinite patience, have turned it into the broad stream, ready, through them, to enter anything that may lie beyond. ' ANNA BINNEY BRINTON r fkr' 58