Salem State University - Clipper Yearbook

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me to. It all happened one lovely moonlight night! I had teased and teased for fully half an hour for just one ride on my sister's bicycle. She refused me persistently, al- though she had but one objection, which seemed to me to be very inadequate. As it was dusk, I might collide with somebody and bring the bicycle to harm. fOf course any injury I might suffer would be of secondary importance.j I believe I had to cry for fully ive minutes before she finally acceded grudgingly to my wishes. Despite all my confidence in my own safety, I had been up and down the street only a few times when I suddenly collided with a young man on his bicycle and-clash! I went down on the ground. I bemoaned the fate that left me without injuries and broke the front rim of that precious bicycle. I told you so, greeted me on my sad return home, and I am sure it was a long, long time before I teased for another ride on the bicycle on moonlight nights! These are only a few of the many incidents of my eventful youth-I will leave the rest to the reader's imagination. M. R. H. The Brook Harkl do you hear a low tinkling sound Deep in a cool, shady glen, Far away on the green mountainside, Away from the haunts of men? 7 Into the sunshine a tiny brook bounds, Leaping and sparkling With glee, Merrily, cheerily rippling on, Dancing away to the sea. O'er the cool mosses and through the green ferns Bubbles this glad little brook, Capturing the sunbeams wherever it goes Through many a pebbly nook. See how the roguish old wind is about, Chasing the ripples in play 5 Into the shadows they dimple and melt, All through the long summer's day. Night with her cool dusky mantle of sleep, Silently steals o'er the landg Still, nothing daunted, the gay little brook Triekles merrily over the sand. Soft breezes blowing from over the hills Whisper a low gentle straing Fontent and happy the little brook now lic-hoes its drowsy refrain. .Ks the stnrs fade and bright morning sun .Xwukens the birds from their sleep, llaneing :md flashing the little brook whirls lbown in the pools clear and deep. On through the sunlight it qnivcrs and glides. Nlnrm'ring in sweet eestnsyg .loyously singing its gay little song, llurrying on to the sea. I. S. 24

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