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THE NORMAL RECORD. She listened only to the thumping of his heart and was satisfied. But not so he, for hunger was gnawing at his soul. "Ah!" he lowly breathed, " I still have my longings." "Do you sigh for, O! do you sigh for the infinite?" "No," he answered, "I don't cipher that way this time. My heart's yearning is for clams." Alas! I can live upon romance through all the shimmering afternoon; lean subsist upon sentiment until the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky, and the sweet tintinabulations of the supper-bell vibrate upon the evening air, then hunger asserts itself, and when I get hungry I want to eat." "How strange," she said, " how fearfully and wonderfully made is man!" Then taking her lily-white hand in his, he gazed into her eyes as though he would pierce her very soul with his glance. "Fair creature," he gasped, "doyounever eat ?" " Perish the thought," she replied with a shudder. "Sometimes I partake of refreshments, but I never eat." Slowly, with tardy steps, and somewhat leisurely, they strolled across the gleaming sand to where the white-washed front of the hostelry strove to outstare the sea. There the delicate girl sought the refectory and called for clams, which she swept with a charming grace between her rosebud lips, and then she called for clams. These also went over from the minority and joined the silent majority, after which she musingly wiped her pretty mouth upon a scarlet fringed napkin, and called for clams. A young man gazed upon her through the lattice in speechless admiration. "She is partaking of refreshments," he whispered to himself. That night he sat upon the edge of his bed, fanning mosquiloes away with one hand, and casting up countless rows of figures upon the backs of old letters with the other. "I never could stand the racket," he said at last. When the mist crept up from the sea in the morning he had departed. He was no longer there. He had gone. A Jaunt Through the Picture Gallery. We walked into a picture gallery, a junior and I. It was his first visit. He did not tell me so, but I knew it from the expression on his face. We stood before the first picture to the right of the door as one enters* "This," I said, pointing to the large affair framed in wood, " is one of two Shepards, the Shepardson." "This is of Bryan," but before I could say, "late of the H. S.," he asked if that young-looking fellow was the one who wanted to be President on the Democratic ticket. I thought every one would know the next, but I told him it was " Galen Cumming thro' the rye." 1 said, "Have you seen the. picture of Eliot ?" and he innocently said, "Why, have you a picture of him? He used to teach in our district," But I said, "Come and see if it is your friend." And there he saw Our Eliot. The next is one which pleases children—" Simon Met a Fireman." No. 6 is that of a Hunter bidding adieu to Mann. No. 7 is a study in Brown. No. 8 is a Southern girl in a Cotton field, near which is a party of Campers. No. 9 is a beautiful study of Daisies, Myrtle, Roses, Marguerites, Ivy, and Lilies. No. 10 is an old Gray boat on the Schorr, the upturned bottom of which is covered with Barnickels. No. 11 is a scene by the fireside, with James S. Moak(ing) andJosie Boyle(ing), T in the Dym background. The next is an etching in Gray of a Priest and an Abbott discussing Mars and his Godbolts. No. 13 is the original of Ames Carline, on wnich the " Campbells are comin'." The next was of little Willie trying to Seymour of the Bart- lett pears in the Mansfield next his own, hardly daring to venture in from fear of the Manseau(ing) sacks under the Shedd. The next clearly depicted the horrors of the Johnston Flcod. No. 16 is of the Graces. There are the Taylor and their Mery sisters, brushing the Crum(s) up for the hungry Drake that may be seen through the door. The last is of a lovesick Swain, who, called by the Bell of the old Temple, to service, passes by Graves, and is startled to see the inscription, "Died at Chico'S. N. S., June 18, 1886, Jean, Hugh, Leona and Emma." "Gone but not forgotten."
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. September 1896 |
Original Date | 1896-09 |
Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
Creator | Chico State College |
Location of Original | Archives |
Call Number | LD723 C57 |
Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1896, it was published almost monthly. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Language | eng |
Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
Format | image/tiff |
Filename | index.cpd |
Description
Title | 1896_09_NormalRecord.011 |
Original Date | 1896-09 |
OCR- Transcript | THE NORMAL RECORD. She listened only to the thumping of his heart and was satisfied. But not so he, for hunger was gnawing at his soul. "Ah!" he lowly breathed, " I still have my longings." "Do you sigh for, O! do you sigh for the infinite?" "No," he answered, "I don't cipher that way this time. My heart's yearning is for clams." Alas! I can live upon romance through all the shimmering afternoon; lean subsist upon sentiment until the sentinel stars set their watch in the sky, and the sweet tintinabulations of the supper-bell vibrate upon the evening air, then hunger asserts itself, and when I get hungry I want to eat." "How strange," she said, " how fearfully and wonderfully made is man!" Then taking her lily-white hand in his, he gazed into her eyes as though he would pierce her very soul with his glance. "Fair creature," he gasped, "doyounever eat ?" " Perish the thought," she replied with a shudder. "Sometimes I partake of refreshments, but I never eat." Slowly, with tardy steps, and somewhat leisurely, they strolled across the gleaming sand to where the white-washed front of the hostelry strove to outstare the sea. There the delicate girl sought the refectory and called for clams, which she swept with a charming grace between her rosebud lips, and then she called for clams. These also went over from the minority and joined the silent majority, after which she musingly wiped her pretty mouth upon a scarlet fringed napkin, and called for clams. A young man gazed upon her through the lattice in speechless admiration. "She is partaking of refreshments," he whispered to himself. That night he sat upon the edge of his bed, fanning mosquiloes away with one hand, and casting up countless rows of figures upon the backs of old letters with the other. "I never could stand the racket," he said at last. When the mist crept up from the sea in the morning he had departed. He was no longer there. He had gone. A Jaunt Through the Picture Gallery. We walked into a picture gallery, a junior and I. It was his first visit. He did not tell me so, but I knew it from the expression on his face. We stood before the first picture to the right of the door as one enters* "This," I said, pointing to the large affair framed in wood, " is one of two Shepards, the Shepardson." "This is of Bryan," but before I could say, "late of the H. S.," he asked if that young-looking fellow was the one who wanted to be President on the Democratic ticket. I thought every one would know the next, but I told him it was " Galen Cumming thro' the rye." 1 said, "Have you seen the. picture of Eliot ?" and he innocently said, "Why, have you a picture of him? He used to teach in our district," But I said, "Come and see if it is your friend." And there he saw Our Eliot. The next is one which pleases children—" Simon Met a Fireman." No. 6 is that of a Hunter bidding adieu to Mann. No. 7 is a study in Brown. No. 8 is a Southern girl in a Cotton field, near which is a party of Campers. No. 9 is a beautiful study of Daisies, Myrtle, Roses, Marguerites, Ivy, and Lilies. No. 10 is an old Gray boat on the Schorr, the upturned bottom of which is covered with Barnickels. No. 11 is a scene by the fireside, with James S. Moak(ing) andJosie Boyle(ing), T in the Dym background. The next is an etching in Gray of a Priest and an Abbott discussing Mars and his Godbolts. No. 13 is the original of Ames Carline, on wnich the " Campbells are comin'." The next was of little Willie trying to Seymour of the Bart- lett pears in the Mansfield next his own, hardly daring to venture in from fear of the Manseau(ing) sacks under the Shedd. The next clearly depicted the horrors of the Johnston Flcod. No. 16 is of the Graces. There are the Taylor and their Mery sisters, brushing the Crum(s) up for the hungry Drake that may be seen through the door. The last is of a lovesick Swain, who, called by the Bell of the old Temple, to service, passes by Graves, and is startled to see the inscription, "Died at Chico'S. N. S., June 18, 1886, Jean, Hugh, Leona and Emma." "Gone but not forgotten." |