Stamford Union Free School - Camera Yearbook (Stamford, NY)

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Marjorie, he whispered Can you welcome and forgive an old cripple like me I? Oh Jack, she replied, I forgave you long ago and-oh tell me Where is my darling Peggy? Shall we sit down, he said and assisting l1er to the divan continued, 4'VVe Went to France and lived happily al- though Peg often pined for you. Three months ago she died and I left her over there to Come back to the only-the only friend I have left on earth-to you. Often a tall, proud, straight maiden lady may be seen with an old man grey and bent Walking slowly through the park or strolling through his garden. One feels that the far away look in their eyes betray their thoughts of a green mound in France. H. DENT '26

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t'His car is gone from the garage. Then startled at the look on her white face he added, How is Miss Peggy this morning. 'fBill, I haven't seen Peggy, gasped Marjorie, She isn't in 11er room. VVait! Hurrying up stairs she snatched the note from Peggy's dressing table and read: - 11 P. M. Dear Ma rgy : I know this is wicked. NVicked that you should wake up on your wedding day and find-only a note begging forgive- ness. Peggy. Ten years later Miss Marjorie Allen sat in the reading room of her stately home reading the lists of the killed and wounded in the battle of the Marne. Among the Wounded she found, Colonel John Mayham taken to St. James, Paris. The world knows Marjorie Allen as a proud, wealthy maiden lady. She is known for l1er good works and the aid she gives to the needy. Again she is sitting by the tire. Ten more years have passed. Marjorie Allen is the same. It is twilight and a. bright fire is burning in the fireplace of the den. Save for the glow of the iire there is no light. James announces that a gentleman who refuses to give his name is in the reception hall. Mar- jorie is curious. She asks that he be brought to the room. He halted in the doorway, a tall bent figure, his dark hair mixed with gray. One sleeve hangs limp and empty at his side. A Wan smile lit his features showing the marks of time. Many years had passed since these two had met. His face was creased and wrinkled. Time and war had aged a.nd bent him. He limped into the room. She rose to meet him, tall proud, her dark hair shining in the lireliglit. She was as beautiful as the day he left, her wedding day.

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M Y H 0 M E God bless you dear South Jefferson, Are the words I say to thee, Ever the memories of you my home, Will vherished and lingering he. You, nestled down i11 a pleasant nook At the foot of the sheltering hill, You, shaded by trees of many a kind, And drowsed hy the murmuring rill. You give the folks that live within The blessing of rest and peace, Although you're a part of the ibusy World, And your work will never eease. The beauty of the mountains and vales, That God has given to you, Starts within your very heart, ' And stretches away to the blue. You in your simple splendor YVith your freedom of earth and air, You enrapture the people that love you And make them to tarry there. This World is Wide and Wonderful, Great things there are to see, But it's only in this place that's home i heart can ever be. f f ' A ' ' X FAITH FRAZEE '26