Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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Surely you do not wish to leave this quiet spot ! he exclaimed. Oh, yes, she replied, if I could fly, as you do, and the birds do, and the bees. You do notiknow what it is to stay always in one corner. He reflected. There was a time when I could not fly, he said. Then I went to sleep and when I awoke I had wings. Perhaps some morning you will awake and have wings. But she only sighed again. 'fl am different, she said slowly, I couldn't have wings. Hethought for a long time. Over the Garden Wall I have seen flowers like you. She felt her heart thumping hard and she listened eagerly, as he went on. 'f They are like you, yes, and sometimes I have seen them with wings. Be patient and sometime you can cross the garden wall, I am sure of it. However, though the mere thought of it made her tremble with anticipation, the little Dandelion was far from sure of it, and as time went on, she told the Poppy that it must have been a mistake. The Butterfly did not come again. They decided that he must have died, and the little Dandelion, remembering the stories of the great creatures in the Land beyond the Garden XVall, felt that, after all, the Garden was very beautiful, and the flowers near her, very lovely, and that it was quite worth while to live in her snug little corner and drink the golden sunbeams and the sweet dew, and make nectar for the bees. And so she did. But one bright morning she awoke and found it all different. VVere these her N, , babies, these dainty winged folk, or were they fairy children who had strayed by mistake into the stately Garden? Q Even as the little Dandelion watched them, bobbing and xr 5 I fluttering, they went up, up, past the Poppy and past the :-- , .7 4' - Sunflower, and over the Garden Wall. J ,110 1' The little Dandelion reflected. It must have been I f g f, upon wings like theirs that I came here. Then when I had ' A 'tri' ' ' 551, found a home, I no longer had wings, for Idid not need ff 1' them. So it will be with my little ones in the great Land beyond the NVall. So she lived happy and contented in her sunny corner, where the Poppy and the Sunflower and the radiant Peony nodded and smiled, and where the bees, and the birds and the joyous fountain sang the livelong day. M. A. 'o6. ln

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The Discontented Dandelion. HERE was no reason why the dandelion should have been discontented, for her house was a beautiful garden, where stately roses and brilliant peonies nodded and blushed in the warm sunlight. Carefully kept paths wound in and out, and in the center stood a merry little fountain throwing drops of shining water upon the quiet grass and the happy flowers. But neither the soft, green grass nor the beauteous roses, nor even the sparkling fountain could bring joy to the heart of the lit- v f W 'if - f. 'v eil ' tlD dl . 9 - 55:34-'1 ' .l'uii4. l'- 6 an C Kin . . H5 y n A-a i ffin-if , -5 A robin had a nest in the tall elm tree - 5-if .. . . - 1' ' , gui G if' -' ill' ll-E' near the fountain but every morning when he - if 'L iv' PQ , vt . , 1 y gfi- 'g il had sung his song, he went away over the gar- den wall into the great Land beyond. There ?f? ill I' i, ff were bees in the garden, who could roam from Q- , gf it flower to flower at will, and they, too, could fri.-ve re- 'f ' f 1 . . 5i:,f 1 :fI?,'f ig3? L ,.7,i? M l-y cross the garden wall. But little Dandelion 3'iVLQ:'ig i .,l could do nothing but stay in her corner of the garden and sleep and wake, and dream and wonder what was happening in that mysterious Land beyond the Garden VVall. Perhaps she had brothers and sisters in that country. Once she asked the Poppy who lived beside her whether there had ever been other Dandelions in the garden but the Poppy said that there had been none there since she could remember. She did not tell her that the Gardener if T Q pulled up the other Dandelions and left her only because I she was hidden in the corner of the wall where he could it fp, ' if-3 , not see her. i Wil K fx One day when she had lived in the Garden for a long ffl if time, she saw a handsome visitor coming into the neigh- ' l ,tif QV borhood. This was none other than the gay Mr, Butter- tl ll J, X fl A fly, coming to pay his respects to the flowers. r I X A A , U Heis very well worth knowing, my dear, said the ffl ll Poppy, for he has traveled far beyond the Garden Wall 'J' Iwi I 7 and seen many things about which even the tall Sun- U ef' 1 ' 1 y flower knows nothing. I F 3 2 ,,,'q.' Very bright and charming the Dandelion found him as Q i 2 g he poised jauntily on a blade of grass and told of his adventures in the Land beyond the Garden XfVall. How many things there were to be seen, if one could only travel about and find them! Tall plants with things growing upon them, which creatures like the Gardener plucked and ate 3 great pools of water, much larger than the fountain's basin, large enough, in fact, to hold the whole Garden, even the wall-if only one were not obliged to stay in the corner, always. The Dandelion sighed so profoundly that even gay Mr. Butterfly was touched. ' 9

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The Teacher's Lament. Listen to this admonition, To this song of lamentation, From the Teachers, they the Mighty, To their pupils, to the Seniors ! O our Seniors! our poor Seniors l Listen to the words of wisdom, Listen to the words of warning, From the lips of these your Teachers, From your Masters, those above you! NVe have given you halls to sit in, We have given you books to read in, We have given you talks to think on, VVe have given you themes to write on Through the pleasant hours of morning, Through the resting-time of noonday, Through the darkening hours of evening, Through the long and silent midnight. We have filled the rooms with plant-life,- Filled the jars with pleurococci, Strewn the tables full of mushrooms g Boxes filled with jumping locusts, Filled the school with caterpillars, Crawling, wriggling on the tables g Pinned the boards with fainting earthworms Filled the pans with clam and starfish. All the Wildflowers of the woodland, All the lilies of the meadow, All the cone-trees of the forest, All the mosses of the hillside g All the insects of the garden, All the birds of field and covert, All the fishes of the sea-shore, Have we gathered for your pleasure. All the shelves are full of text-books- All the books are full of knowledge 5 All the boards are full of lessons, All the Teachers, expectation. We are weary of your nonsense, Weary of your foolish talking, Weary of your slang and errors, NVeary of your stupid lessons. Leave your afternoon receptions, Leave your nightly balls and dances ' 7 ! II