Chadron State College - Anokasan Yearbook (Chadron, NE)

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Erwin nt' An flbpium Eater Ah! sweet, sweet drowsiness: enfold me in thy mantle, O, Dream Maiden. How sweet the motion through the airg whither wouldst thou.take me? Nay, set me not down in all this confusion. How that voice jars upon mine ears, Hail women! your redemption is at hand. Behold! yon woman has arisen to deliver you from the clutches of Man. Yon woman arises and can I believe my eyes? Yes, it is my old class mate, Carrie Munkres, leader of the suffra- gettes. Fain would I tarry to converse with her, but the Lady of Darkness has once more cast her spell upon me, and lo! the scene has changed. I am alone in this beautiful forestg but no, the sound of merry voices draws near. The children are dancing and skipping about a young couple. Where have I seen that face before? Why it's Blanche Lewis, and the gentleman with her is ----, a minister, whom she calls Dear John. Some invisible force has again compelled me to leave an interesting spot. What sweet sounds float upon the air. Methinks I know that voice. Who else but our old classmate, Kathleen Morgan, could pour forth such a Hood of har- mony? But what is the matter with the audience? They are throwing bouquets of ii- VEGETABLES at our prima donna. Nothing daunted, she sings on until the pile of missiles has completely covered her up. The scene changes once more and I am standing in a woman's congress. Well do I know that speaker,-our class orator, Bessie Fisher. What a splendid speech she is making to the young women before her. Did I say young? Well, they were young when I came in, but they are rapidly growing old: some are even turning grayg but Bess is as fresh and enthusiastic as ever. Why! most of the women have disappeared: only a few old and decrepit remain. New and younger women come in and fill up the vacant chairs: but Men may come, and men may go: but Bess goes on forever. Welcoine, sweet spell: come take me to where I may rest. What, a school? The doors of the building sud- denly burst open, and a stream of girls comes pouring out. Young ladies, you must restrain yourselves, comes from a meek, little man at the head of the stairs. Yes, it is he, David Daboll. The only boy in the class of 'l2, now pro- fessor in a ladies' Seminary! Yes, he should be well trained for his profession: but what is that fluffy white thing with which he frequently dusts his face? Why, it's a powder puff-to hide the blushes. ...Wit

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Miss Emily Crewe began at Nenzel, and was graduated from St. Mary's Academy at O'Neil in l909. She has had two years' Miss C-rewe receives her State Certificate at the close of the sum- mer term. Miss Emma Nerud came to being a graduate of the Alliance Junior' Normal in the class of l906. She also has had three Peru State Normal and one at Greeley, Colorado. She has had six years' teaching experience in Primary work. She will receive her State Certificate at the close of the summer term. Miss Nerud is a member of the Alice Freeman Palmer Society. Miss Blanche Lewis entered the seventh grade of the Chadron Schools in l904, and was graduated from the High School with the class of l909. She has had two years' teaching experience, and will receive her State Certihcate at the close of the summer term. Miss Lewis is a member of the Dramatic Club. Miss Catherine Hennessy received her early education in Chicago. After having two years work in the High School of that city she came to Chadron, and was graduated in I909 from the High School. She received one year of Nor- mal Training work in the High School, and will receive her State Certificate at mid-year. Miss Hennessy is a member of the Dramatic Club. Miss Flora Daboll came to Chadron in IS97, where she entered the second grade. In I908 she was graduated from the High School. Two summers she attended the Alliance Junior Normal. She has had three years' teaching experience, a year and a half of which was spent in the city schools of Chadron. She will receive her State Certificate at the close of the summer term. She has been elected to a position in the grades of the public schools of Lincoln. Miss Daboll is a member of the Alice Freeman Palmer Society. --' 1...

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Yes, take me away, swee Yes, yes, the play's the thingg but Catherine Hennessy leading lady in a comedy! Oh, this is awful! T 1 in her voice causes the audience to gasp: even the lights sputter and, as she reaches the climax, go out. T alls of the building tremble and fall in, but above all that noise and confusion, still thunders that tragic voice. :usion troubles me, and I must away, sweet Spirit. What a contrast is this happy scene. Emily Crewe surrounded by six children to whom she is reading fairy stories! The door of the room opens, and the children with shouts of papa, dear papa, make a dive for the pleas- ant-faced man in the doorway. He kisses each of them, then turns to Emily, who, with a sigh of contentment, nestles up to him saying, Yes, how we have rr issed you, dear. But I must away, for the Dream Lady beckons me ever on. I seem to be descending into the very heart of the earth-down, down: will we never stop? Voices! I am in a mining camp and not more than a stone's throw away from me, there stands a woman busily engaged in rolling out some kind of dough. As I look-it is Emma Nerud! Her face is the same as when I saw it last, and yet how different is the hard expression upon it from that serene, con- tented expression of yore. What could have brought about such a change? Wifey, may I come in? comes a voice from the doorway, and a tall, heavy-set man walks timidly in. Our gentle Emma wheels around and advances threateningly towards the newcomer, the rolling pin in her uplifted hand. Brute! look at your shoes. Go out this minute and do not come into this house till you have cleaned yourself from the filth of that awful mine. Hubby retreats hastily, while wifey sits down in a corner. Amid heart-rending cries, I heard these words: O, woe is me. Unlucky day that I ever started to teach in a mining district. But suddenly her countenance grows dim, and I perceive vapors rolling between us: in a moment, all has vanished and I am hurried along a crowded city street and rushed into a printing office, where our joke editor, Flora Daboll, presides as editor-in-chief of the comic supplement of the Associated Press. Above her desk is framed this legend: The Public is requested not to weep at our jokes. The same invisible power carries me high up in the air. O, it has suddenly forsaken me and I am falling, fall- ing-and I awoke in struggles, and cried aloud- I will sleep no more! C. M. H. -23-