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for themselves. The family came together just before they started to bid them goodbye. The eldest son led his mother to the window and showed her, out in the yard, a great, white stone, and he said: “Mother, this is for you to look at when you miss us, and we want you to know that it means we are thinking about you and looking forward to our next meeting.” This was the parting gift, and for some time afterward, whenever any of the family left home, they set up a great stone for their mother to remember them by. After more prosperous times came, the children gave a different sort of present. And at last the mother’s faith has been justified. Every room in the house is furnished by the children and their friends, and they are building an addition, that they may have a better place to keep their books. They, have, moreover, great plans for the future. Throughout the home are reminders of their love. In the old living room is a fine, large clock with the names of those who gave it written on it’s case. There is also a portrait in bas-relief of one of their most beloved benefactors. In the old library is a beautiful table, a handsome bookcase and busts, presented by different members of the family. Some of the children have put their money together and bought a cabinet to put the family treasurers in, and they have written their names on its doors. Others have put their money into the bank in mother’s name. The mother, busy as she is, finds time to dictate a long newsy letter to absent loved ones every week. The children make copies, and send them to those away. But the mother has sorrow in her heart over some things. Her children, after they leave home, become more or less absorbed in their own interests, and many of them think less about home. Strange as it may seem, some of them don’t care enough about the weekly letter to send stamps in order to secure a copy. Some of them almost never write to their mother, and never visit her. She makes every excuse for them, though she can’t help feeling their neglect. But what grieves her far more is that a few of her children don’t like the way things go at home, and so they talk to each other about it and they even talk to outsiders, and they say, “Mother doesn’t manage the younger children as well as she did us; mother doesn’t do this, and mother doesn’t do that.” All these disloyalties hurt the loving heart. But she doesn’t lose faith in her children, nor does she cease to work for their interests. And as she has a great reputation for bringing up children, her influence is wide and her children have no difficulty in getting work throughout the surrounding country. The mother’s heart yearns over them. She sends them loving messages and gives them a warm welcome when they come home. Thinking sadly of those who arc indifferent to her, she has a word of loving admonition for all the children she loves. Listen, and you can hear her saying to your hearts: “Dear children, beloved Alumni, you’ve been good sons and daughters to me. I shall always miss you—but I’ve known from the first that I couldn’t keep you always. I’ve tried to bring you up right, and I’m proud of you. Love me. my children; speak well of me; do me credit; write to me; keep in touch with the home life; don’t forget to help your brothers and sisters; read the home letters; come back and see us as often as you can—and remember that Alma Mater loves you. —M. O. H.
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SUtna iflatrr anl %)cv Cfnlfcren. OME years ago, one with a mother’s heart in her breast, but with no home ties, adopted a large family of children. She had no capital to invest, little money indeed, but much love. She took a small house at first, but soon moved into a large one. She furnished but a few rooms. Her friends said to her, Why did you take so large a houscT You can’t furnish it all.” She answered. I can’t now, but I want room enough for my children and grandchildren, when they come home to visit me in after years, and they will furnish the house. Her friends laughed at her. “Don’t you know that adopted children are proverbially ungrateful? they said. 1 hey 11 all go off as soon as they’re grown, and that will be the last of them.” But she answered, I shall love them so well that they will love me in return. So the home was founded and the mother and children were happy there. Summers and winters, they kept as busy and as cheery as could be. But the mother’s slender resources began to fail. Her friends and neighbors helped her all they could, yet in spite of this, and her careful management it was hard to make both ends meet. One day—they always referred to it in hushed tones—the mother called the children in to the living room and said, My dear ones, you arc more precious to me than life. You are my life. And now my heart is breaking, for I fear I must give you up. Just because I love you, I will tell you that there arc homes where each of you can be received, and where you can have comforts, and even luxuries. If you stay with me you will have poor fare, poor quarters and hard work.” She paused, for her voice was choked. The children looked at her wonderingly. At last one said: “Mother, you don’t want us to go, do you?” No,” she answered. “Well, then, don’t you think that if we eat less, and spend as little as we can, we can keep together?” “Oh yes, let’s keep together,” cried the other children. And this became the watchword of that home. As for the mother, she thanked God and took courage. Yes, and soon their prospects began to brighten. The neighbors and the friends, and even the children contributed to the little store, and in all the years it has never failed. Among the many pleasant customs of that home, none was pleasanter than the coming together at the Children’s Hour” each day, into the old living room. The mother made this time so pleasant that the children all looked forward to it, and they grew to love the plain room where they had such good times together. Often they talked about fixing up the house”, as they expressed it, but t ey all agreed that they wanted to keep the living room unchanged. They loved everything in it—the old fashioned wall-paper, with it’s drop ceiling, the wooden chairs, the oiled floor, the rug in front of mother’s chair, the stand with mother s Bible on it, the old white curtains, the old pictures on the wall, one representing their first home, others recalling the great scenes ot the past and lifting their thoughts beyond their own personal interests. But the time came when some of the children had to go out into the world
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