Chadron State College - Anokasan Yearbook (Chadron, NE)

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R I THIRD YEAR DUTCH CLASS Scovel Mclillhaney Davenport Pollock XVl1ite ilnstructorb Bowman

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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-

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