Northern Arizona State Teachers College - La Cuesta Yearbook (Flagstaff, AZ)

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Tfc® PiBI Slender and graceful, tall and majestic, Hundreds of summers and winters you ' ve seen, The breezes of summer, the cold winds of winter, Have come and vanished, and left you serene. The soft winds of summer have soothed and caressed you, The harsh blasts have tested your strength in vain. Still climbing higher you reach toward the heavens Gaining in strength though nations may wane. Your roots are embedded in earth ' s fir mfoundation, Your branches are reaching toward lieaven ' s deep blue. The balm from your needles is nature ' s own incense. Your trunks stand up lofty, unbending and true. I see you majestic, the winds in your branches. Seems whispering secrets, some sweet unknown tale. While the tired traveler pauses to listen, And rest for awhile from some weary trail. — Chester Allen

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Tlie Domltory Reprobate Hv LA ()N IIOVT S she entered the matron ' s room, Ora noticed a flower pot containing some beautiful, full blown daffodils. They caused her to banish completely the idea of taking the blame for the escapade that had occurred the night before. To her, they were heralds of the wami spring days replacing the blu-ster and rain that February had finally taken away. For a few moments, as she looked out of the window at the blue green lawn, at the straightening blades, she enjoyed and an- ticipated the hikes they had planned for the season. As Ora turned from the window the matron was looking searchingly at her, Ora almost felt the matron had read her thoughts. Miss Williams offered a chair to Ora and then sitting down at her desk in her dignified, matronly way opened the interview. I suppose you know why I called you in this morning. I want you to tell me what you know about last night. Ora hesitated for just a moment; she almost wished she could say that she had been in to it. But she decided the truth would serve just as well. Really, Miss Williams, I don ' t know anything about it. Only a few moments ago Iva showed me where the screen had been taken off. What time did you come in? It was only ten-thirty when Iva, Ruth, Fay and I got home. You don ' t mention Mary. No, Mary wasn ' t with us. Was she already here? No, she came in after I was in bed. No ma ' am, I didn ' t look at my watch and she didn ' t tell me how she got in. Then there is no doubt in my mind that she was the one who came in through the laundry window. I ' m sorry, it means she will have to leave. I ' ll see Dr. Morris this morning before I say anything to her. You can go now. Ora left the room thoughtfully and went toward her room, her heart as heavy as lead. Mary was still sleeping soundly, and Ora didn ' t have the heart to waken her. She felt almost as if she had been untrue to Mary instead of having told the truth as she knew it. She took her books and slip]K ' d out of the rcK)m without disturbing Mary.