Bishopthorpe Manor School - Manorisms Yearbook (South Bethelehem, PA)

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By the side of Lehigh's sunny slope In la valley bright and fair, Stands the manor grand and stately Happy hours we all have spent there. Qh, the ioys our hearts are holding Pleasant dreams of youth and springtime? Thoughts of girlhood fond and fleeting Hold us true, as we onward climb. 0'er life's journey we are starting Rich in prospects for years of toil, Pressing on and upward ever Ever will our thoughts be loyal. LILIAN XVYANT 4 l 1 Z I l 1 lining QW! 'X 402 Writings? .U W aw. l . i fi' A is l 1 if in sm LN Mi Q: E131 its 4 , an 11. times. lim E 'I We, in ' an

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UK. W3 Mg Iliff at 'iuizhnpthurpv QR an insignificant, bedraggled, vvhite hat, 'I have had a most interesting, but uncertain life. I'm just a small, dirty, soft feeling piece of white fur, generally called a toque. My partner through life has been a stupid, little animals head, which is sewed onto my side. He looks like a wolf, a dog, most anything, and he's certainly poor company. He didn't know how ridiculous he seemed to a crowd of boarding school girls, when they took turns at trying me on, but I heard them say, Oh! if that beast was only fat and cute. If I remember rightly, I was quite tall when Harriet owned me, but for that reason and because I wasn't becoming with yellow hair, she stuck a big, long pin through me and hung me on her door. For days I was hanging with a foolish sign above me, Perfectly good, all right hat. IOC. a borrow. One day Mable stopped in amazement and looked doubtful. She thought she'd like to have a try. Down I came, but my stature! It was against me for she said, If the thing only had some shape, I think I'd borrow him. Harriet reassured her, You watch, here comes the shape. She threw me on the floor, stamped upon me, and how those vicious girls pulled, patted and sat upon me! Harriet ended with, Come for the thing tomorrow morning, Mable, and you'll like him,'I'm sure. That night! I thought it my last. Harriet fwho weighs quite a few poundsj threw me under her mattress. I was mad, but what could I do? My fur was tossed up, beaten down, and to add to this pain, that little, stupid animal never so much as murmured.i He only put his nose into one of the rings in the bed springs and actually slept. I thought morning would never come! However, Mable thought I looked right decent, now that'I had been squashed, That afternoon she placed me in a very fetching and be- coming manner upon her marcel wave and we went to the theatre. Oh! what compliments! I know those college men knew that I owned a good share of her looks when they kept whispering, Look at the cute girl in the white, fur hat. The girls were going to have a vacation. Mable and Henrietta both wanted to wear me, and such a quarrel! They used the most dreadful language and Mable ending with hollering, Take the darn thing anyway. I wouldn't wear it now, if I were to die. I did so want to go with Mable, for her big, black eyes and her hair wave were so- becoming to my style. So I determined to be just as hateful as I could, when I went away with Henrietta.