Lyndon State College - Northern Lights Yearbook (Lyndonville, VT)

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23 THE VERLYN SLUM PICTURES Our Lady’s cross is fingered by the sun who, slow to leave, goes strolling down the west. A woman, after factory work, pins to the line her man’s shirt; gropes in her basket and fills up the sagging line across the filthy alley dark below. An organ grinder tinkles sweet tunes that sing of far-off olive groves beside clean waters. A fruit vender curses the stinging dust a fickle breeze stirs up while blowing dirty paper down the street. The children whimper with the heat, the heavy traffic clangs, the elevated screams and whines. Behind Our Lady’s tower white clouds pile high like snow. L. W. Swanson. “It is most true — stylus virum arguit — our style betrays us. ' “Cudgel thy brains no more about it.” Key to (read 10 6 17 4 18 16 15 5 2 the Test down) 11 i 14 8 3 1 0 12 13

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THE VERLYN oo v “DESCRIBE HIM MY DEAR WATSON” “Fire in each eye and papers in each hand, All rave, recite, and madden ’round the land.” Column 1 1. Doris Whitney 2. I.ois Page 3. Lydia Swanson 4. Myrtle Aldrich 5. Harry Keniston 6. Ruth Farmer T. Elizabeth Stanton 8. Marjorie Potter 9. Ethel Simpson 10. Marguerite Carroll 11. Josie Pomeroy 1 2. Edwina Towne 13. Edward Wilson I t. Edna Truell 15. Doris Crafts 10. Ruth Xewton IT. Lillias Moore 18. Lois Ham A Matching Test Column 2 “Have you summoned your wits from woolgathering?” ----“I do not set my life at a pin’s fee.” ----i am nothing if not critical. ----“The hand that hath made you fair hath made you good.” ----“There are occasions, causes, whvs, and wherefores in all things.” ----“The big round tears coursed one another down his innocent nose in piteous chase.” “(iive thy thoughts no tongue.” ----“I will never yield to song of siren, nor the voice of the hyena, the tears of the crocodile nor the howling of the wolf.” ----“A merry heart goes all the day.” “1 would help others out of a fel- low feeling.” ----“What e're she did was done with so much ease.” “Let the world slide. I’ll not budge an inch.” “The grass stoops not she treads on it so light.” “Bid me discourse and I'll enchant thine ear.” “But now Pm cabin'd, cribb’d, confined, bound in. “Merrily, merrily, shall I live ----“Wise men say nothing in danger- ous times.” ----“I am tied to the stake and I must stand the course.”

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