Palmer Institute Starkey Seminary - Echo Yearbook (Starkey, NY)

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E J F1SlS gain? ir-Y I Ei 1 -KEGG Uhr Atheist I do not believe, the athiest cried, ln the powers of heaven or hell. VVhat do I care for Sa1iau's cruel StZlI'C And the things that you believers tell? You say that my soul will live to be damned, Your nonsense is the cause of 1ny laugh. If you must insist that I have a soul, You may buy it for a dollar and a half. VVhy should I worry about life after death And the place where you say 1'll go then? I'll snap my fingers in your Almighty's face And beard your devil in his den. That's all very well, said the fighter of hell, But when your life's spark starts to fade, And the angel of death creeps nearer and nearer You will come to my ruler for aid. Hal Ha! laughed the scoffer with a sneer or his face, We shall see when my time comes to die, If this rot that you tell me is true or is false, If you are a halfwit, or lf' Time drifted on and the scoffer still scoffed, Till one day his time came with a blow. He felt the fingers of death with its icy grasp, Groping to tear our his soul. Oh, God! Give me solace, the scoffer then cried, l'll go where you want me to go. Please don't make me pay, on the great judgment day, Tho my life has been useless, you know. -Glenn Boyve. Fifty-six

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.QF 5-:::::.: I R . ::?:.z.z r- EET? Xlg, 2 ,Z-.ff , 5 r ....,T7 - A, . H. mei ,Y J gg, -if ' was removed to a home for hopeless cripples. It was here that he spent long days in deep thought. After a time he accepted the inevitable and decided that although his punishment was great he deserved it ten fold. You, my patient reader, may say what a sordid and distorted tale this is. I am portraying a young mans' life to you exactly at it was told to me by him during the long sunny afternoon at the cripples home. He seems to be contented with his lot but in reality he has lost practically every emotion and reacts alike to kindness or cruelty. Nothing matters any more. The happiest thing he has to look forward to is when the angel of death comes to transport the torn emaciated body out of this world to-who can say where? This narrative, I grant, may be an exception to the general run of humanity, but there are pitfalls and temptations assailing the young people of today on every side. In spite of constant parental care and protection, many have gone the path that jock travelled even though not quite so spectacularly. . Mothel's! and Fathers! Wake up. Don,t sit in snug complacence and see the cream of the younger generation plunged into an abyss from which they may never ascend, and if they do, they ascend marked for life. I could go on for hours citing evils that are forever beckoning this generation of boys and girls. You may raise your hands in mock dismay and say, What shall we do ? , you who would have us think you so wise for your years? Did you ever stop to think that perhaps there were men and women who were trained to understand and cope with the emotions and new born ideas slowly coming to life in the minds of maturing boys and girls? Men and women who have spent years in studying human nature until they are able to guide your child over the impressionable years? There are these people in our private schools throughout the United States. , Here is the place for your boy or girl when they reach the age of thirteen or fourteen. Here they are taught intelligently, thoroughly and scientifically the right and wrong paths of life. ,L Y L, s .1 a . 1 'Q xx ' . 51 Fifly-Fw

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