Girls High School - Yearbook (Reading, PA)

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Miss Stephen ,,,., ' Miss Dobbin Miss Swartz M' M dl Miss Youngs Iss e at Miss Silver - I Miss Ruth Miss Deck 8

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Miss Holl Miss Shearer Miss Rhoads Miss Johnston MissfHallock 3 ' 54 Miss Doyle Miss Lawson Miss Fultogi 7 3.

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Eugene Field, the Beloved Frances A. Foos world not merely by the names given them by their parents in child- hood. ,Generally there was some striking epithet attached, designating some distinctive characteristic, occupation or exploit. Alexander the Great would be scarcely recognized without his full title, nor Cato the Censor, Edward the Confessor, nor William the Conqueror. What then could be more appropriate than that we attach to one of the greatest men of our day, Eugene Field, the title of Beloved? The world has produced its great dramatic poet, Shakespeare, the poet of nature, Wordsworth, the ethical poet, Browning, its Lowells, Tennysons, Popes, Longfellows, Poes, all marvelous they are, each in his own sphere, but where in the annals of history can be found one, so simple, so homespun, yet so valued and endeared beyond other poets as our own American, Eugene Field, the Beloved? Eugene Field, the poet of youth and of old age, of high and low, of rich and poor, does not win his place in our hearts because of his intellectual appeal, nor yet by mastering the emotions with tense or dramatic situations. The very irrepressible gayness and again pathos in the expression -of his ouaint, lovely child thoughts has charmed us with its beauty, not overpowered us with its grandeur. , ,IN ancient and mediaeval times great men were known to the outside Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe- Sailed on a river of crystal light, Into a sea of dew. g 'Where are you going and what do you wish?' The old moon asked the three. 'We have come to fish for the herring Hsh That live in this beautiful sea, Nets of silver and gold have wel' Said Wynken Blynken And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And Nod is a little head, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies Is a wee one's trundle bed. So shut your eyes while mother sings Of wonderful sights that be And you shall see the beautiful things As you rock in the misty sea. Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three: Wynken Blynken And Nod. . Those who are familiar with the works of Eugene Field knww 'tthe in-s that a loosened spirit brings. Up, up into the witching realm of dreams the haunting lines wing your spirit, tired and bruised from the sordid petttv trifies of this earth. Through the land of fancy they take you, peopled with capricious images of a poet's own imagination. Yet curiously friendly are they, and Soothing to the soul. Q L