Due West Female College - Arrow Yearbook (Due West, SC)

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Aix C, f H4 1' .. .... .... .. THE AJQIQOVV K N tl gt f -- I , N. n .lr alll! lllu mn! . - X 9St2ssc:s.,. E 'N' sms motor - e -es it -Q '-72':155R.f,4?:'7'7-UIIlllllllllllllIIIIlllIIIlllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllIlllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllIlIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllumlll .I' Even though there were many handsome men present, her soft eyes soon rested on Jacky and even before they had spoken to each other, they exchanged smiles that embodied deep meaning. During the next fortnight they were together almost continuously at balls, dinners and other social functions given in lVlary's honor. He no-w fully realized that he preferred her hand to any blessing that heaven could bestow upon him. She was gentle, sweet ancl womanlyg he was brave, noble and generousg each commanded in the other best thoughts, noble aspirations and devoted loyalty. Why delay complete happiness any longer? They immediately wired Mrs. Johnston of their engagement. As soon as she received the telegram Mrs. Johnston left for Boston. The moment she saw Jack, notwithstanding his external changes, she recognized her pupil of years before, and kissed him as she should have done had he never met Mary. Herqfirst words were: Jack, time, ambition, honor and love can do great things. ' Brass RICHEY, '22. Ode to an Alarm Clock Oh, thou who art to me a hateful pest, Who dost each morn disturb me from my rest, Who hast a voice that penetrates my dream. That to me like the knell of doom dost seemg Give heed lest some day I shall vengeance take, And on some morn when thou hast made me wake, From out my downy couch l'll lean with grace And with my hand I'll slap thee in the face. A. DUV., '23. Page forty four

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GX 5545? ,gi ll .. ,F f W ,,.,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,, ,,,,, 4.,, 'w gtllllll lflllllllllblutg II:IllIIIllllIIIllIIllllIIIIIllIIIllIIIIllIIlllllllllllIIIIIlIIllIlIIllIIIllllIlIllllIllIIllllllllllllIlllllllllllIIIllIIIllIllllIIIIllIIIIllllllIllllllIllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllh , --. .., Sleep and Dreams in Shakespeare The best of rest is sleep, and that thou off provolfeslf' strength for his work the harbinger of sweet dreams to brighten the gray corners Shakespeare through Lady Macbeth says The sleeping and the dead are as pictures This speech limited by the surrounding circum stances, means only, The sleeping and the dead tell no secrets, and our crime is safely hidden , but when considered aside from these limitations, it may mean much more. The sleeping and the dead are as pictures. In what way does Shakespeare treat sleep and dreams to bring out the resemblance of the sleeper to a picture? If one assumes that the dream of the sleeper corresponds to the elements of which the picture is composed, one finds in Shakespeare's works several striking resemblances of the two. In the first place, the coloring, the beauty, the lifelike quality of the picture, afford pleasureg the dream of the sleeper, too, affords pleasure. True, the receiver of the pleasure in the latter case is the sleeper himself, but o-f what consequence is that? The dream of the sleeper, and some attribute of the picture, is the source of the pleasant feeling. A second likeness is that both pictures and dreams may tell their stories. When the body is relaxed in sleep, the thoughts repressed during waking hours find expression, and the tale is toldng some hidden experience or plan, some pent-up emotion escapes. The third quality common to pictures and dreams is their ability to reveal character. It is the line of the mouth, the look of the eye, the mould of the chin, that delineate character. The fourth common bond linking dreams and pictures is that both convey messagesg possibly it is a warning against certain dangersg possibly it is encouragement along some line of action or mode of living. Taking up Shakespeareis use of sleep and dreams as a form of rest or source of pleasure, one hears Helena, in A Midsummer Night's Dream, say: Sleep, that some- times shuts up sorrowis eye, steal me awhile from mine own company. She longs for the calm repose, pleasure and peace which sleep alone can bestow. She wants to forget her bodily presence and fall into soft slumbers filled with care-dispelling dreams. Caliban, in The Tempest, speaks of the soft pleasures of sleep and dreams. They are so filled with joy, sunshine and music that, according to his own words, When I waked I cried to dream again. The root meaning of dream being melody, he seems overwhelmed by the sweet melody surrounding him. The pleasant scenes and joyous experiences of his wakeful hours are so impressed upon his mind that his sleep is filled with dreams of them. The theme of one of Shakespeare's sonnets is the pleasure derived from the dream of a loved one. I-Ie says: II LEEP is the God-given and life-giving rest from which man arises with new When I sleep, in dreams do I look on thee, All days are nights to sleep till I see thee, And nights bright days when days do show me thee. The days' are long and wearisome when he cannot see her, but when night comes there come with it sweet dreams of her, and he follows her spirit with fond memories and associations. Page forty-five