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THE NORMAL RECORD. fallen on no less timid a person than a woman. The operator went to the drawer, took out a pair of pistols, one for each hip pocket —turned up his coat collar, blew out the light, went out and locked the office door behind him. Soon he was riding at a rapid speed toward C. The nights in the South are clear and warm. The deep dark indigo blue of the sky is not lost in the darkening night. The desert blue of an Egyptian night, which magnifies the stars in its intensity, is successfully portrayed here. The constellations were well defined and the lesser lights shown redundantly bright. Faint outlines of the distant mountains made irregular dark projections along the circular horizon behind which the stellar lights darted playfully, finally disappearing to reappear no more. It was nearly two when the operator reached C, with the exception of an occasional shot, here and there, all seemed quiet enough. He reached the station but no light was visible. He tried the office door but heard no sound save that of his own making. He wondered if she was inside, and peered at the window, then took from his pocket a knife with which he beat out a message on the window pane. It was effective, for after a scuffling noise and a rattle of boxes, a light was struck inside and a woman with a frightened, colorless face, lamp in hand, started towards the door. She hesitated only a moment then turned the key and the operator was soon inside. She explained that she had come over a week before, to take Morgan's place, and that the night's experience had been a little more than she was accustomed to. She had become frightened early in the evening by the nearness of so wild and lawless a company ; and when they directed their onslaught towards the station she had wired to Onslay, then blew out the light and crawled in among the pile of boxes in the corner. It was nearly four when she had finished relating the night's occurrence. The morning light was refracted from over the distant hills on the east lightening up the intermediate space with a faint shimmering glow— changing the fear of the night to gentle, peaceful day. Occasionally a number of vaqueros on horseback rode recklessly across the track shooting and shouting as they went on towards the distance from whence they had come, to take up again their rough uncivilized life on the plains and with a positive satisfaction that the night had been well spent, and that a proper introduction of the New Year had been made, and were already looking forward to the dawning of a new year. Day had well begun when the operator turned homeward. As he rode along he was thinking of his friend Morgan, and of that predominating, self-preserving element in Nature, the appearance of which, under peculiar circumstances, appears so mean and common, as had been illustrated to-night, and yet, an index to the inner mind, even though it might say, " I lose my life to save it." Q't Poem. Again the festal board around, High mirth and laughter now resound. Each Normal Q't boy again, Now thru his stomach feeds his brain, Our Faculty boy indeed looks wise, He's filled with pie up to his eyes. And Stamper's unable to calculate Just how much ice cream he ate. Henderson's studying a logic riddle, But he's got an undistributed middle. Van Liew is studying each Q't phiz, To find what the Q't really is. What does it really mean to be A member of the great Q't ? It means good fellowship among the boys, It means to share each other's joys, Each other's burdens and each other's pain, To staud by one another, in sunshine and in rain. If of rhyme, tonight, I give short ration, Remember the past week's dissipation. For it last night became my fate, From the Normal School to graduate, And with six other Q'ts of the twice naughty class Out from the student body now to pass. Where'er we go, where'er we be. We'll have most tender mem'ries of the old Q't.
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. January 1900 |
Original Date | 1900-01 |
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 1900, 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 | NormalRecord_1900_January_011 |
Original Date | 1900-01 |
OCR- Transcript | THE NORMAL RECORD. fallen on no less timid a person than a woman. The operator went to the drawer, took out a pair of pistols, one for each hip pocket —turned up his coat collar, blew out the light, went out and locked the office door behind him. Soon he was riding at a rapid speed toward C. The nights in the South are clear and warm. The deep dark indigo blue of the sky is not lost in the darkening night. The desert blue of an Egyptian night, which magnifies the stars in its intensity, is successfully portrayed here. The constellations were well defined and the lesser lights shown redundantly bright. Faint outlines of the distant mountains made irregular dark projections along the circular horizon behind which the stellar lights darted playfully, finally disappearing to reappear no more. It was nearly two when the operator reached C, with the exception of an occasional shot, here and there, all seemed quiet enough. He reached the station but no light was visible. He tried the office door but heard no sound save that of his own making. He wondered if she was inside, and peered at the window, then took from his pocket a knife with which he beat out a message on the window pane. It was effective, for after a scuffling noise and a rattle of boxes, a light was struck inside and a woman with a frightened, colorless face, lamp in hand, started towards the door. She hesitated only a moment then turned the key and the operator was soon inside. She explained that she had come over a week before, to take Morgan's place, and that the night's experience had been a little more than she was accustomed to. She had become frightened early in the evening by the nearness of so wild and lawless a company ; and when they directed their onslaught towards the station she had wired to Onslay, then blew out the light and crawled in among the pile of boxes in the corner. It was nearly four when she had finished relating the night's occurrence. The morning light was refracted from over the distant hills on the east lightening up the intermediate space with a faint shimmering glow— changing the fear of the night to gentle, peaceful day. Occasionally a number of vaqueros on horseback rode recklessly across the track shooting and shouting as they went on towards the distance from whence they had come, to take up again their rough uncivilized life on the plains and with a positive satisfaction that the night had been well spent, and that a proper introduction of the New Year had been made, and were already looking forward to the dawning of a new year. Day had well begun when the operator turned homeward. As he rode along he was thinking of his friend Morgan, and of that predominating, self-preserving element in Nature, the appearance of which, under peculiar circumstances, appears so mean and common, as had been illustrated to-night, and yet, an index to the inner mind, even though it might say, " I lose my life to save it." Q't Poem. Again the festal board around, High mirth and laughter now resound. Each Normal Q't boy again, Now thru his stomach feeds his brain, Our Faculty boy indeed looks wise, He's filled with pie up to his eyes. And Stamper's unable to calculate Just how much ice cream he ate. Henderson's studying a logic riddle, But he's got an undistributed middle. Van Liew is studying each Q't phiz, To find what the Q't really is. What does it really mean to be A member of the great Q't ? It means good fellowship among the boys, It means to share each other's joys, Each other's burdens and each other's pain, To staud by one another, in sunshine and in rain. If of rhyme, tonight, I give short ration, Remember the past week's dissipation. For it last night became my fate, From the Normal School to graduate, And with six other Q'ts of the twice naughty class Out from the student body now to pass. Where'er we go, where'er we be. We'll have most tender mem'ries of the old Q't. |