Macalester College - Quid Nunc Yearbook (St Paul, MN)

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written in blood, from fair anarchists, and even aifectionate messages of remembrance from a more august body. At that time however, he did not dream that the editorial office should be the scene of his life work. His desire had been for the law. But he had dreaded the trial of his veracity, and so he had chosen to be an editor-and tell the truth. Vile could scarcely believe that the next speaker with the long grey beard, and the patriarchal aspect, was our genial Bromley of other days, but as he spoke the old ring came back and we knew him through the veil. Ile drew for us a picture of his mission in China, and told us of the work accomplished there. llad we not known through other reports of the great zeal and resulting success of Mr. l3romlcy's work, his modesty would have hidden from us much that ma.kes us honor this noble missionary. At the close of his address, his accomplished wife, who is a Chinese lady, and a graduate of the college in llong Kong, also rose, and together they sang us a song, in the musical language of China. iVe had decided that on our Program the ladies should be called by the names on their diplomas, and for a few hours leave behind the cares of married life, and be girls once more. Mrs -, nee Miss Elmer, was called upon next. There was the same tinge of shyness which had characterized the Miss Elmer of our class, and the same sincerity of heart underneath. For some years Miss Elmer's life had been spent in teaching. In her last school, pupils had attended of sizes varying from two to six feet in height, and of ages from live to twenty-tive years. One of the older pupils, she said, had given her a. great deal of trouble, and yet she was very fond of him. Indeed she had become so attached to him, that she had continued to teach him ever since, and had succeeded remarkably well considering his original depravity. She had remained for twenty years in the same school, and expected to die there. The school house was a quiet little farm-home in her native state. It has been the privilege of the writer to visit that home, and he has seen few homes with a more ideal atmosphere of peace and serenity. As Miss Ehner sat down beside her big scholar, some one in a distant music room, moved surely by some mystic inspiration, played very softly the strains of Ullome Sweet Ilomef' Mr. Ferry was the next spea.ker. His beard and hair were white, for he had spent his life in Canada, the land of perpetual snows. He looked like the frost king come south for the winter. Mr. Ferry told us of a life of hard work among thelinission fields of XVestern Canada. His life had been that of cowboy and preacher combined, a life full of health, for still at his age he could mount his big broncho, ride thirty miles. and conduct his three services on Simday. He told something of the progress of that wonderful VVest whose growth has so aston- ished us during the past quarter of a century. VVith the optimism which seems to breathe in the winds of the Vilest, he prophesied 'a great future for his beloved homeland. It recalled to us vividly the young Canadian whom we had known for two years as a classmate, for even then he had shown the same ardent patriotism. With a smil- '75

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