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

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THE SABINE FARM. The Sabine Farm on rolling hill-land lies, G-reen-gold the undulating fields descend, Grass-grown and brown the terraced rock-bluffs rise, Rough ridges with smooth rival slopes contend. Past duck-white country roads that wind and wend Through fertile meadows rich in autumn guise, Where woods and lake and sweeping pastures blend, The Sabine Farm on rolling hill-land lies. To wheat stacks blazing under cloudlcss skies Cool orchards shady miles of tree-tops lend, Bright golden-rod with yellow sun-flower vies, Green-gold the undulating fields descend. Where cacti in and out wire fingers send Above the shallow creek that dries and dries, There stony cliffs the uplands fair defend, Grass-grown and brown the terraced rock-bluffs rise. The land delights in contrast and surprise: Around the little house where maples bend- No dearer home would peaceful heart desire- Rough ridges with smooth rival slopes contend. As on these lovely hills the day-light dies And burning loeusts buzz the sunshine 's end. As shadows gloom the fields I greatly prize, Oh love with me, whate'er thy name, my friend, The Sabine Farm. R. M 20

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wg, pulled out, she leaned out to wave, and a tiny square of lace-edged linen fell between them. When the last coach had become a speck in the distance, Floyd Arnold stooped, picked up the little handkerchief which somehow seemed to exhale the breath of violets, and handed it to Ted without a word. The latter took a knife from his pocket, silently cut it in halves, and handing one of the pieces to Arnold with a card, said casually: That's my club address, old chap, glad to see you any timeff ' And this, my den, is always open to yon, repliedArnold,as he scratched on a piece of paper which he gave to the newspaper artist. They shook hands, and parted, each with visions of a brown-eyed girl in a gray cloak and a gray hat with violets stacked upon it, a girl who called them Floyd and Teddie and whom-men are honest with 'themselves-both dreamed of in a home, with this difference: the newspaper man saw a flat, the poet a cottage in a valley with a brook beside it banked with violets. And the girl? She paused a moment to wipe her eyes, then taking her bundles in one arm,, and opening the door with her free hand, she walked to the end of the coach and entered an apartment. Its only occupant was the elderly man who had proved so objectionable to Ted Townley a few minutes since. He looked up at her entrance. Little girl, are you sure, quite sure, you don't regret, I am so old- With a merry laugh, she placed one hand over his mouth, Dear Father Time, of course I don't regret it. They are dear boys. You were very merry together, you three. Certainly, dear, but I couldn't have married anyone but you for all the world. They will receive our announcements tomorrow, the ill news will come fast enough-and then-have a chocolate. Thoughtful of Ted to- get your favorite, wasn't it ? with another little laugh. Now for Floyd's, and she untied it with fingers that trembled slightly. She buried her face in the violets, then having pinned a great bunch over her heart, she gathered those in the bottom of the box together and placed them in Father Time's buttonhole. He smiled up at her. Now go to sleep, she said, lowering the blind to shade his eyes from the afternoon sun. I-Ie thanked her and slept. Marjorie picked up the pieces of Floyd's box and noted for the first time the inscription- For the soul of summer clouds and spring violets. Her head dropped quickly so that the chin touched the violets on the breast of the gray cloak. Presently she looked up with a quaint half sigh, half tearful smile, drew Ted's candy within reach, opened Mon- siczzr Beaucairc, and settled comfortably back in her corner. On the margin of the first page she scribbled : Gallahad -Launcelot-Father Time, and just beneath it: Poetry- Love-Suffering-Noon of my Wedding Day. - DELLA Er.oUIs1s PURCELI.. 10

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The Base Ba!! Celehmtzbh. NEW YORK STATE UNIVERSITY. TOM GRISWOLD ....................... .............. P ost Graduate, N. Y. U., 'or HARRY SOUTHWORTH ........................................... N. Y. U., ,02 HENRY AIMES, GEORGE FUNK, ARTHUR MAY, A All Members of the Delta Theta Fraternity SUSIE HASTINGS ........................ '99, N. Y. U., '03, Conservatory of Music ACT I. SCENE-Griswold and S outhworth'.r room in C haptcr H ousc. PRESENT-Griswold, Southworth, Aimcs and Funk. TIME-10:30 P. M. Southworth: 'Twas on a cold and stormy night, brigands-- G1'iswold.' Ring off. Do you hear! We didn't come here to have you tell us your stale old stories. South.: Gee, watch the feathers Hy! All right, Tom, we'll bc good- Everybody be still while the Lord High Post Grad. dispenses his wisdom. Gris.: Well, fellows, if Delta Theta is to come out ahead on this deal we've got to quit our nonsense and think of some real good stunt and get it off tomorrow night. And you know I've belonged to this old frat. too long to see those blasted barbs come out ahead when it comes to running an atheletic celebration. Funk: And there's sure to be a celebration. Massachusetts has a bum team this year and with Haines in the box we can lick the 'socks off any team in the east. The geezers beat us last year too, and that! makes it all the better for tomorrow night. Aimes: Well, what's to ,be done? Who's got an idea? Funk: An idea, my kingdom for an idea! Yes, I'd give my .horse for an idea if I had old Kirk's Plato for tomorrow. If we don't hurrry here I won't even have time to horse it out. South.: What's the matter with working in Prexie's live stock. That swift new pacer hitched up with the brindle cow would make a good pair. They'd certainly do for openers. Gris.: Does anyone know how we can get at 'em? Prex is too sharp to have anything around that isn't well guarded. Aimes: Where does his man sleep? Does he stay in the barn? Funk: No, he lives at home, right down this street. It's old Mike who ran our furnace last winter. And I'll bet I can work Mike for the keys. I know the old boy, just leave that to me. Gfris.: All right, but be sure you get them. We've got to get into that barn if we tear the roof off to do it. Aimes: And have you seen that swell new runabout that Dean Boswell has had for a few days? While we're in the faculty stables let's finish the job up and give Boswell a turn. Hitch Prexie's cow to the new runabout and get an old cart for his pacer and we'l1 have starters at least. Funk: Come on, Henry. We'll go and see what the prospects are for making the raise. We'll be property men .and let these stage directors work up the setting while we are gone. Get a hike on you. fExeunt Funk and Aimes.j 21