Mary Baldwin College - Bluestocking Yearbook (Staunton, VA)

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Handy and do not Easley solve it, you must Runyon way with me and my Kerrs and dwell forever amid the Grimes of ages, in the dark Pitts of failure, The hideous monster grinned: Books closed and all ready. First Question — If a Moorman from Spain Carring ( a ) ton of Wood Crosby Landsakes! came a voice from the back gallery, Miss you better Gwin, the girls ' all gone to church. You ought Havemer sense than to sleep here. The gray hat jumped, a ball of tissue sprang from the crown and disappeared across the floor. Its owner yawned, then heaved a deep sigh. I ' m glad that Exam ' s over. But O dear ! I ' m Left-wich means three hours in office next Saturday. I Donohoe else is so un-Lecky. Now to the infirmary! Maxwell — tons braes are Bonnie sang the gray Knox, as it disappeared along the covered way. Florine Hettrick.

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|T was Sunday morning. She sat on the Davenport in the front Hall and waited for the church Bell, She wore her Gray hat and looked Huff(y) as her eyes wandered to the Pretty Green Bowers on the campus. She longed for a Holliday and secretly envied the Gray squirrels and the White Hare. Oh ! for the fresh Ayer, the Brooks and the Woods of the West. She was tired of the Hull business: the Rison Bell rang too early, the Graham Pancakes were never Gude and what was Moore, the faculty had said : No Boes and no Kable or mail com- munication. She had dreamed of Jack-ell Knight. She wondered if the Hardy, Stout, Young fellow would be in his place on the church steps this morning. Oh ! that he would lay down his new sword and Hazard using a Penn She Heard a noise and a Savage creature stalked into the Hall. It looked like a Crane, but had Finns and long Hare and its Crofoot carried a Hammer and a ball of Clay. You know me, said the hideous creature, but the Knox hat did not respond, I am called Examination. I usually appear at Baldwin on Friday. I was once Pretty, Wise and Gude, my Kraft was that of Carpenter, and it brought me a Gold Coiner too. But when the Storm came and the Frost touched the Vineyard; I moved across the Levvy to a Vilder spot and built me a Goodloe Ruff hut among the Thorns and Stones over by the Timberlake. Williams and Johns houses are there, but I don ' t care a Whitmore than if they were not. I spend my time better; I torture the Seminary girl. She can only Dodge me for a few days. She Shields herself behind a book and works like a Turk, the Loeb of her Wright ear Burns and her face turns many Hughes. Here the creature drew from his Vest pocket a Penn and a Page of test-paper. I am going to give you a Riddle and if you are not

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