Oberlin College - Hi-O-Hi Yearbook (Oberlin, OH)

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SAINT VALENTINE'S EVE. Now busy studente taketh tyme To cultivate the tender ryme. The paineful taske at lengthe is donne, Ile wot that this be sorric foun, Escapcth now a sudden sygh- What if sche think the verses drygh? The midnight chimes begin to toll, He laycth down his fevered poll, Booteth him naught swete slepe to woo, For sehe doth all his court cschiew. Pittic the endc of mad studente, Wlio would make ryme agaynst his bente. I-I. C. Tracy FROM THE STAIR. To F. W. A Triolct. She nodded from the stair, Arch, graceful, smiling, sweet, Bright in her shining hair, She nodded from the stair. Knowing the trick unfair- Since I was at her feet- She nodded from the stair, Arch, graceful, smiling, sweet. R. M. 10

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Through A Glam Darkly. EFFERSON PLAl l had often heaid the story from lame Ephram and from others of the few family daikits, the faithful survivois of rv! , war and disenfranchisement. Moreover, the divided partisanship of , . . , . .' Q . ,, . , ' half the countryside kept the details of the atlzan ahve. lo Jeiier son this old feud, between Lesters and llartcourt-l'latts was an accepted part of life, an inherited possession, like the villa, or the hunting-knife, with its handles carved into a stag 's head, which his father had picked up in the ashes of a ruined home just after a Ku Klux raid thirty-tive years before. In those romantic days before the war, Je1ferson's mother, Sally Harth- court, reigned in the Great House that overlooks once-aristocratic Bellevue, f ' d Anne Lestei visited in Missouri. The winter that her bosom rien , -, Washington and achieved her conquest of the brilliant young congressman, David Platt, it was understood in the exclusive circles of the First Families that Miss Sally had accepted Anne 's brother, Clive. David Platt came west that next fall to visit his fiancee and the whole set was entertained one lavish week at the Great House. Miss Sally, Marse J eff, Ephram used to explain, could'n' no moh hep flirtin'-denn de yaller sun can hep shinin'. Certain it was that she jilted Clive Lester for the N ortherner, who had too speedily capitulated under his hostess 's blandishments. Before the county ceased to talk of this affair or of Anne 's immediate engagement to another lover, David Platt brought Miss Sally down from the Great House that overlooks Bellevue to a rambling, tree-surrounded place a mile up the road. Five happy years here in the Villa, as it was called, ended abruptly in tragedy. David Platt was shot by the brooding, revengeful Clive Lester. Of course a packed jury acquitted l1i1n. Miss Sally, broken with grief, threw her life into the worship of her son, J etferson. While the Great I-louse on the hill decayed with the ruined fortunes of the Hartheourts,,this boy grew up a handsome, dare-devil, selfish fellow, always in trouble. The culminating disgrace of a college expulsion killed Miss Sally, and so her poor story ended in disappointment, loneliness, death. Jefferson mourned his mother in his self-centred way, and sometimes allowed his dreams over his father 's wrongs to rouse him to a vague sense of anger. But then Clive Lester 's son is poh trash, he generally thought, 'inot worth the powdah t' shoot him. The old gentleman had a sight moh whiteness about him. In the summer of 1897, John Lester, the poh trash of Jeiferson's soliloquies, was shot one evening about dusk while hunting in the Platt wo d ile east of the Villa. At the time the tragedy occurred, a farmer o s a m of the neighborhood was filling his supply of buckets at the lake across the road from the woods. He was a little, fat, puffing man with a round face in ' ' h t which black beads of eyes twinkled. Hearing an altercation in t e grove a his back, he had paused, pushing back his torn fishing-hat to mop his fore- head with a big wadded Bandanna. It passed through his mind that one of the voices sounded like a niggah's. 'l ain Quieker'n a cotten tail he heard two As he took up his pai ag , D i . . cries. Some one ejaculated-'fsharp an' pierein' like the whistle on the mid- 11