Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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I hope, as no unwelcome guest, At your warm tire-place, when lamps arc lighted, To have my place reserved among th e rest, Nor stand as one unsought and uninvitedf' Even the little children he hids:- , Come to me, 0 ye children, And whisper in my ear What the birds and winds are singing ln your sunny atmosphere. And for all who listen, V The night shall be Hlled with music, And the cares that infest the day Shall 'told 'their tents like the Arabs And as silently steal away. Surely the man who asked God to 'fsend us 1 send us men to match our plains, was wishing to fectly fullilled the commandment given us to heart to the Lord. 'X Q Q hen to match our mountains, r Longfellow, who most per- live making melody in your

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Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. d the reached a mountain beyond And so they journeyed on until one ay y which the shepherd must go alone. Following the trails he had beaten for ' ' ' ' ' -f -df orld, while he-went singing down them, his tlock returned to the work '1 ay w the other side. That little company has long since vanished while, Daily the tides of life go ebbing and flowing beside themg Thousands of throbbing hearts, where theirs are at rest foreverg Thousands of tolling hands, where theirs have ceased their labors, Thousands of weary feet, ' ' But still, if you pause to listen, there is the voice of one singing. The man who is best serving his generation by promoting peace, above where theirs have completed their Journey: the din of battle, hears his voice 1- Stronger than steel ls the sword of the Spirit! Swifter than arrows The light of the truth is! Greater than anger Is love and subdueth l To the youth just buckling on life's armor he sings: Write on your doors the sayings wise and old, Be bold! be bold! and everywhere-be bold. Be not too bold! yet better the excess Than the defect, better the more than less. Beter like Hector in the field to die 'Than like a perfumed Paris, turn and fly. And to the old man nearing the last mile stone: - Let him not boast who puts his armor on As he who puts it off, the battle done. Those whose lives are only a tale of feverish bargaining he bids come away from The market place, the eager love of gain Whose aim is vanity, and whose end is pam. To those who are dreamers of dreams he sings :- O sweet illusion of the brain! O sudden thrills of fire and frost! The world is bright while ye remain And dark and drear when ye are lost. And not only to separate hearts does he sing, for when tasks are done and ' 1 cares forgotten, the home circle hears his p ea: - 17

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Dickens' Christmas Carol z its 1 V s I if Presented as a Play, December 24, 1914. 'G x N V l 'Twas the day before Christmas and allthrough the school,h ly' i' X Was a hurry and flurry ne'er ordained by ruleg K - In , The Freshmen were waiting, with chills and with fear, QQ. ' i. 9 ' In hopes that the Senior: soon would appear. V Of rumors of ghosts they'd heard many a score, 3 ' I-low grim,-and how all their chains rolled on the tloor, ' And they gazed at the platform in fear and in dread, , cm For now soon the play was to start, it was said. E curtain rolled up 1? D midst a burst of apglauseg - 'Twas easy to sec it all was because Old Scrooge and his clerk, poor Bob Cratchit, were there Ah! that's llelen I-lollmau, I see by her hairg And Scrooge underrieatlr his small cap and its peak, I-ias a dimple wc've seen in Grace Freehafer's vheek, Though you nevcr would guess that it really was she To hear her now talk way below middle HC . The play was successful from finish to startg tiob's wife, and his children, not one missed their part. The ghosts were 'far worse than the Freshmen had dreamed And when they appeared. quite a few of them screamed. The fiddler then, luckily started a tune, ' So bright and so cheery that e'en very soon, Quite a number were dancing an old-fashioned reeli', Afte: which all the Cratchits partook of a mealg The turkey and chicken behaved very well,i And the pudding was good--it was easy to tell, For the children gazed at it with such longing eyes, lt must. of its kind, have indeed been a prize. Yet the very best thing in that whole Christmas play, Was when small Tiny Tim fborrowed just for the dayj Waved his crntclr in the air, glad that his part was done, And Cheerily lisped,--- God t-less every one. 19 ,i 7