Framingham State University - Dial Yearbook (Framingham, MA)

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23 ARITHMETIC. The science of Arithmetic is one of the purest products of human thought. Brooks. H. W lfi If I Knew You If I knew you and you knew me, 'Tis seldom we would disagree. But, never having yet clasped hands, Both often fail to understand That each intends to do what's right And trust each other honor bright. How little to complain there'd be If I knew you, and you knew me. Whene'er I'm rude, just by mistake, Cr in recitation some error make, From imitation we'd be free, If I knew you, and you knew me. Or when my papers are not on time And, sometimes I write nary a line, You'd wait without anxiety, If I knew you and you knew me. Or when some papers you hand back Or make a kick on this or that We'd take it in good part, you see If I knew you and you knew me. With teachers numbering twenty strong Occasionally things do go wrong- Sometimes our fault,-sometimes theirs- Forbearence would decrease all cares. Kind friend, how pleasant things would be If I knew you and you knew me. K. L. M.

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22 The Poetry and 'Prose of Courses of Study There came into the school not long ago a bulletin from one of the western normal schools. The western normal schools are wide-awake in- stitutions. This bulletin was upon Courses of Study for the Training De- partment. The statements concerning each course was opened, almost always, with some quotation concerning the subject to be treated. They are so good that we are giving some for your future consideration. GEOGRAPHY. Step by step the conviction dawns upon the learner that, to attain to even an elementary conception of what goes on in his parish, he must know something about the universe. H uxley. HISTORY. We as we read must become Greeks, Romans, Turks, priest and king, martyr and executioner, must fasten these images to some reality in our se- cret experience, or we shall see nothing, learn nothing, keep nothing. Emerson. ELEMENTARY SCIENCE. One momenthnow may give us more Than years of toiling reason: Our minds shall drink at every pore The spirit of the season. W adslvarth. READING AND LITERATURE. Literature is the embodiment of ideal beauty in human speech. Crawshanv. --il.-l LANGUAGE AND GRAMMAR. .Language is the armory of the human mind and at once contains the trophies of its past, and the weapons of its future conquests.

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24 An Abandoned Mill SOME little distance from the road is situated the old joel Leonard Mill. Its days of usefulness have passed, but it impels one to stop and ex- amine its ruin. By its side runs a brook, splashing over rocks and forming little whirl- pools while it wends its way. from the pond to the river. The old dam has long since broken away except its very foundations. Occasionally there are stretches of grass covered banks, a dense growth of alders and clumps of fern by the side of the brookg and in the deep, cool pools the speckled trout is hiding. The walls of the mill are weather beaten and decayed, and the roof has partially fallen in. The old water wheel is also decayed, with great patches of moss and fern growing on it. Once it was busy, and untiringly gave power day after day, but its present useless and inanimate condition brings a feeling of pity to the on-looker. The whole exterior, with its surroundings of the dense growth of bushes, trees and ferns, and the brook, presents an impressive picture. Then a feeling of restfulness comes over one, and we think of the past-its use- fulness and the men who labored amongst the now rusted machinery. Sitting amongst the fragrant ferns by the old crumbling mill, we seem to hear the waters of the brook say, F or men may come, and men may go, but I go on forever. - M. J. W. To the Standpipe Curse upon thee, thou green receptacle! Structure of steel with tar well-interlined, How often emptied, wilt thou leave behind Stinging potations, our poors mouths to fill? Oft would a drink from Sethe's stream delight When our fare savors strong of creosote Making it all a nauseous antidote To cure the sharpness of our appetite. More than one day, a money-minded lass Frequented well and spring both far and near, Filled her small pitcher with the' liquid clear And sold the treasure at a cent a glass. And perchance thou art working for the best, Oh dumb cupbearer, municipal slave! Dost thou not teach the populace to crave Pure sparkling water fresh from nature's breast. A. M. G.