La Grande High School - Mimir Yearbook (La Grande, OR)

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Page 24 () MARY LOVE, MY MARY (John Anderson, My Jo) THE M1MIR Oh, Mary love, my Mary, Tis long since first we met, Your bonnet pink with roses, Around your face was set, . Your eyes of deepest blue, dear, With mischief twinkled bright, The breeze played gently with your curls, • So glossy and so light. Oh, Mary love, my Mary, Why did you smile that day? A song went singing thru my heart. It was an old love lay. We roamed the hills together, And loitered by the streams, Now you’ve left me for another. But I still love my dreams. —Marjorie Kuchenthal 4C» 'o' SPRING (MacPherson’s Farewell) Farewell, ye winds so bleak and cold. For happy Spring is here, We’ll hear no more ill-omens told, Nor shed another tear. Chorus—Then merrily, then merrily, Then merrily we’ll sing, For what could please us more than this. To think of lovely spring. The buttercup in yonder glen, Uplifts its golden head, Bright sunshine fills the hearts of men, For frowning Winter’s dead. The violet from out the leaves, Has peeped with mien demure, And o’er the soft earth gently breathes. Its fragrance sweet and pure. —Lucile Mulkey

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THE MI MIR Page 2M SJtterary Written hi; iHr tubers of tt|r denior TEmilieh GTlnss, and modeled after uarioue poem a of Snrna CHILDHOOD (Afton Water) Sleep on, dulcet childhood, nor wake with the morn, For youth is uncertain and old age forlorn, Sleep on in thy dreaming, and smile if you will, The heaven is cloudless, thy skies are bright still. Full soon you will taste of the trials of life. A Senior’s temptation and struggles and strife, So slumber in peace, nor wake till you must, To find life a failure and teachers unjust. —Helen McDonald 'A' APRIL (A Winter Night) When all the hills are flushed with green, By April rains washed clear and clean, And streamlets glint with silver sheen, Rush softly near, Then is the sweetest season seen, Of all the year. When all the birds sing sweet and high, And little breezes whisper nigh, And bend the grasses till they lie Kissing the earth, When maidens smile and lovers sigh, —‘Tis summer’s birth. These opening buds, more fair by far, Than later bursts of leafage are, Seem symbols of the mounting star Of life and love, That lifts the soul nigh to the bar Of heaven above. —Annetta Johnson

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THE MIMIR Page 25 SCHOOL AND BONNIE SPRING (The Banks o’ Doon) Ye books and desks and gloomy rooms, Methinks ye look sae dull and bare, How can ye hold my mind and thots, When all outside is bright and fair? My will is all that makes me work, In studies, now no charm I see, For all my mind is fled outside, And only left a blank with me. Oft have I stayed in after school, To pay that thirty-minute fine, When I had loitered on the way, And failed to reach the school in time. Oh, it breaks my heart to sit and work, I ken there’s nothing I can learn, And to depart would be my joy— I’m sure I never would return. —Elizabeth Bond •Sir Now, Are You Educated? A professor of the University of Chicago told the students he should con- sider them educated in the best sense of the word when they could say “yes” to every one of the questions he should put to them, says the Pittsburg Dispatch. Here they are: Has education given you sympathy with all good causes, and made you espouse them ? Has it made you public-spirited? Has it made you a brother to the weak? Have you learned how to make friends and keep them ? Do you know what it is to be a friend yourself? Do you see anything to love in a little child ? Will a lonely dog follow you in the street? Can you be highminded and happy in the meanest drudgeries of life? Do you think washing dishes and hoeing corn just as compatible with high thinking as piano playing or golf? Are you good for anything yourself? Can you be happy alone? Can you look out in the world and see anything except dollars and cents ? Can you look into a mud puddle by the wayside and see a clear sky? Can you see anything in the puddle but mud ? Can you look into the sky at night and see behind the stars? —Willamette University Collegian.