Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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NORMAL OFFERING linhvr the illinnn. FAR from the haunts of mortals bold, Deep in a forest, I am told, Is hid a lake both cool and green, Where elves and fairies may be seen. Which, in the moon's soft, silver light, Is bordered round with lilies White, But in the noonday sun's bright glare These dainty f1oW'rs a green cloak wear. And, while the sun is in the sky, The gay elves in the wood near by, Each in his leafy blanket rolled, Dream of wee fairies with hair of gold, But, when the sun sinks in the west, The elf then leaves his Woodland nest And frisks away to join his band, His elfm lyre in his hand. There on the margin of the lake He and his mates sweet music make. Then, when the moon is high enough, Each lily spreads its silver ruff, And from each tiny golden heart The watching elves see fairies dart 3 Wee little fairies with flowing hair That sparkles and shines in the moonbea s there m On gauzy wings they Hy about Till all the gleaming band is out. Their tiny boats they quickly take, While merry shouts the echoes wake, And lured by the music of the elves, Close to the shore they row themselves, Then leave their boats, and skip and run To join the elves in play and fun. They dance and play the whole night long, The green Wood echoes with their song, But with the coming of the sun Their beauty fades, their day is done. The little elves sing songlets gay, And try to make their playmates stay, But th' sun's bright light they ne'er may see- His splendor is for you and me. N

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28 NORMAL OFFERING In an address at her funeral, Mr. Henry Turner Bailey named as her chief characteristics her love of truth, devotion to duty, and love of children. His closing Words Were, In the life upon which this loyal soul has novv entered, she Will rejoice in knowing as she Was knowng she Will be glad to be included among those servants Who serves Him and who see His face, she will take delight in the beauty of the city Whose foundations are precious stones and Whose gates are pearls, but perhaps most of all she will be happy to see the fulfillment of the prophecy: 'The streets of the city shall be full of boys and girls, playing in the streets thereof! Elwilight. TWILIGHT deepens far and Wide across the Waters, And the sun's rays fall in glittering splendor. Through the tall pines on the bank the breezes loiterg Darkness falls o'er all with softest grandeur. Thus may come the twilight of a mighty lifetime Spent in all the noblest deeds of kindness. After all the brightest colors of the conflict Shadows lengthen into gentle darkness.

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30 NORMAL OFFERING mvmnrivz nf this Qliuil mar. BY WILLIAM D. JACKSON. MANY newspapers are reprinting, day by day, the war -4 news of fifty years ago. Many books have been ' fjvfll ' ' written concerning the war, for many purposes and P2 9 ,Iii from many points of view. I do not remember read- ' ing anything about the war as it appeared to little i. Z 4. bf . . children at the North. My own recollections are very few and only fragments: snapshots of little incidents, scraps of memories which, usually for no apparent reason, have persisted through all the intervening years. I had no occasion to be especially interested in the warg my father was just beyond the age for military service when the war begang the nearest relative who enlisted lived at a distance and I knew nothing about his experiences, at the time. I was too young to have any comprehension of what it was about, too young to read the papers. I remember that at about the time the war closed some one told me that if Ihad been old enough to read the papers during the war I would have learned more geography than I would ever learn atschool. Locational geogra- phy was more esteemed then than in later. times. I have dim recollec- tions of seeing a few war pictures, but can not recall definitely what any of them were. Illustrated papers must have been rare arrivals on the farm. Several of my war memories, as well as many others of my child- hood, are connected with the neighbor whose farm adjoined ours. He was a man old enough to be my grandfather, whose health did not allow him to take an active part in the work of his farm. Apparently he liked the company of little children, for he often ,took me with him on his drives and I was often with him at other times. My first memory, in logical order, and probably in order of time, is of those who were leaving home. I was at a window in the neigh- bor's house. This house was on the road leading from the center of the town to the railway station, while my own home was a short dis-