Covington High School - Lest We Forget Yearbook (Covington, KY)

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I will tell you, said janet. One night last week, after I had eome home from your house, I was lying in the hammock on the porch, day-dreaming. The moon was shining over the lake, and a path of light came rippling over the water to me. I may have fallen asleep, I don't know, but suddenly I seemed to be Hoatiug out in the middle of the water, in just such a place as this, and I saw just sueh pictures as I have shown you to-night. 'Ihe next evening father and I went into all the arms of the lake hunting for the place of my dream, and we finally found it here. I'NVe certainly owe you a vote of thanks for allowing us to have a share in your discovery, said one of the boys. At first I did want to be selfish and keep it all to myself: but when I recalled that quotation from Shakespeare, 'Soft stillness and the night beeome the touches of sweet harmoug,,' I thought if I eould bring you out here and have you come into such close toueh with Nature. her beauty and harmony would help you to live better lives during this next year at college, said -Iauet, with a quiet smile. IQATHARINE GoonM.xN, 'o9. C517

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about them in astonishment. They were entirely surrounded by water, on their left the sun, a great ball of fire, could just be seen between the trees, and seemed to tinge everything with a soft, rosy light. In front of them, at some little distance, was the shore, covered with trees, among which the shadows were just beginning to steal. Back of these rose the hills, where the lights and shadows would have delighted an artist's eye. Cn their right was the wooded shore, and behind them only water could be seen. The soft, still air of a summer evening added the finishing touch to a picture that was too beautiful for words. janet paused only long enough to let the beauty of the scene sink deep into the heart of each one, then called the boys to help her father put out the anchors, and the girls to help her mother and herself set the table and prepare the picnic supper. Fay is still in dreamlandf' said Janet, donlt disturb her, but I will give her a grander picture than this later on. Supper was soon ready, and all took their places about the table. The sun went down, and the shadows began to steal over them, while they still lingered at the table. All shut your eyes, and when I have counted three, all look to your right, said janet. In a moment they were told to open their eyes, and all with one accord turned to the right. Such a picture as met their eyes! The moonf a great white ball, was just visible through the trees on the shore, and a path of shimmering moonlight came streaming over the water to the very edge of the boat as she lay there at anchor. The water rippled softly around them, and a few belated birds chirped their good-nights, but except for that, the silence was profound. They watched the moon as it slowly rose from behind the treesg no one uttered a word: the beauty and grandeur of the scene awed them to silence. Soon the moon was above the trees and Flooding everything with light. Janet looked from one to another of her guests, and saw that she had accomplished her purpose, for each one seemed to feel the beauty of the scene, and she was not sorry she had shared it with them. She looked again at the moon, which seemed to be smiling down at her and enjoying her pleasure. Soon Fay drew a long breath, as if awakening from a spell, and, turning to janet, said: I How did you ever happen to find this place, Janet ? C507

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A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM On a cool lUlClSLlIT1IT1CI S evening, In the woods where I used to roam, I lay on natureis carpet And dreamed of my old, old home. I could see that dear old cottage Partly hidden by the treesg I could see that peaceful, moonlit lake, And feel the soft summer breeze. I could see the grown folks on the porch, The children at their play, And I saw that I was one of those Who romped till the close of day. I could see them all so clearly It seemed as if 'twere but to-day, That I had grown so wondrously bold And proclaimed my love to May. She was only a dear little maiden of ten, And I but a few years her senior, But she was the idolized queen of my life, And my one aim was to win her. I saw her beneath that old apple tree, The sun dancing on her curls, When I declared so solemnly That I didnit like other girls. That I had always thought they were silly, And not half so nice as a boy, Until she had changed my idea of things, And made a nuisance a joy. C525