Bridgewater State University - Alpha Yearbook (Bridgewater, MA)

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NORMAL OFFERING Uhr Ifiallah nf the 1Hin. Elirigv Harm. There were three brothers, you must know, Who all ambition did possess, And they agreed that each should go To find the way to Happiness. The first three hours should be gone Before the second should depart. The third should give the second one Three hours more to get a start. The eldest had the precedence To his garage he took his way. He cranked his Ford with confidence That he would have success that- day. A half a mile he journeyed hence When to a forking road he came, And there he saw upon a fence, In letters large and bold the name, To Happiness, nor read he more But turned to right as e'er he'd been, Nor knew that 'he'd have saved a score Of miles had he the other ta'en. But finally he reached the town, And by a side street entered there, And on a side street settled down. Good luck and bad have found him ne'er. Meanwhile the second brother thin While walking through the garden greene Before him he beheld a pin His elder brother had not seen. He saw a pin and let it lay, Too lazy he to move it was. Bad luck will follow him all day, Or so declares the well-known clause.

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24 NORMAL OFFERING Aunt Marion?', he asked, reaching for her hand. You are a per- fectly beautiful lady, just as Mother said. Later that afternoon, Mrs. Harding sat with Bobbie perched on her knee. She had not intended to fondle the child, but there he was. An' you'll come again, lots of times he asked seriously. Mrs. Harding did go again, lots of times. She didn't realize it, but inch by inch lttle Bobbie was gaining her affection. II It was in the middle of a windy March night that Mrs. Harding was called to the telephone. wifes ...... Greeene's farmhouse is burning? and Bobbie Harris isn't out? Yes, I'll be as soon as I can. Good-bye. . She didn't feel as calm as her voice sounded. By the time she reached the sce-ne of the fire her heart was beating wildly, for she knew in those few minutes how much she cared for the boy. Near the burning house she found a group of farmers who had dressed hastily and rushed to help their neighbors. Mrs. Hard- ing sought her friend in this group. Where is Bobbie? lsn't he out yet? she demanded. He was sleeping upstairs while John and I were sleeping on the ground floor. We jumped through the window and barely es- caped with our lives. But the little one! I shall never forgive my- self. Poor Fannie went on in this strain for some minutes. The barn is catching! cried one of the fire fighters, and some of the men charged for the barn to get the cattle and horses out. What's in the hay? asked one of them and picking up the slight bundle, they found it to be a soundly sleeping little Bobbie. Hlhook at the big hire, he said drowsily. And here's Aunt Mar- ion! I slept in the barn because Johnnie Jones dared me to. I was scared, but I did it. Was I naughty not to tell Mrs. Greene? Why Aunt Marion, youfre cryingg whatls the matter? There isnit anything the matter, she said happily. 'Tm crying because I'm so glad to have you here safe in my arms, my own little boy! ELIZABETH SUMNER '20,

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NORMAL OFFERING He cranked his Dodge and took his seat And went the way his brother had Until he reached the parting street: What there he saw did make him glad. To Happiness 'tis fifty miles If by the right-hand road you wind. If by the left in thirty miles You shall your destination find. 1 So to the left this brother turned At fifty miles an hour did ride Until a notice overturned And lying in the street he spied. Too lazy for to stop and read What warning this might have to give He sped around and on. This deed Decreed the hours he had to live. For six yards on, around a bend, The roadway had been washed away And left a narrow path to wend. That Dodge fell thirty yards that day The third and youngest brother gay, Determined to attain success, Had now set out to make assay To find the way to Happiness. He saw the pin his brothers passed, And so he stooped and picked it up Not thinking of the old forecast That all the day he'd have good luck. Then up the hill and down the dale He did his chummy roadster guideg He followed in his brother's trail 'Till suddenly the sign he spied. To Happiness 'tis fifty miles If by the right-hand road you wind. If by the left, in thirty miles You shall your destination find. So to the left this brother turned, At thirty miles an hour did ride Until the notice overturned And lying in the street he spied.