The Normal Record. December 1903

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THE   NORMAL   RECORD.
trying to catch the petals as they did snow,
but failed in trying to pick them up to throw.
On the other side of the orchard were the
woods, aud between tbem was a little brook
with a small foot-bridge over it. The woods
were lovely. The grass bad started, miking
a green blanket with different colored flowers
dotting it here aud there. The trees were
bright, fresh looking green, and the sky above
them was deep blue with nut a cloud in it.
The children had a One time gathering flowers
aud moss in the woods and wadiog iu the
brook. About t.weive o'clock they found a
cool pleasant place to eat their lunch. It was
by tbe brook on a large flat stone that the
lunch was spread, and everything did taste
so good out there with everything smiling and
laughing around them. In the afternoon they
took a walk do vn the creek where the water
ran over the rocks, and plunged down into a
deep bole, white aud foamy.
Tom said. "O look, it is laughing out loud
and talking to the trees."
Jane gathered a lot of plumes and reeds
that were growing by the brook aud bowing
and bending gracefully toward the stream, as
if they were answering some question. Then,
they walked back to the bridge, and when
there the children were so tired that Mrs. Day
said for them to sit down on the rocks and
she would read to them from a bouk she had
put into the basket.
Just before sundown they started home,
their arms full of flowers and grasses. When
they had passed through the orchard and into
tbe road the sky was lovely. Uver head it
was deep blue, aud the goldeu sun just going
down behind (be purple mountains made the
sky iu the west rosy red.
When they reached home buth children sat
down on the steps very tired, but they said,
"O hasn't it been a lovely day. All things
seemed so happy and cheerful, as if they had
put on their company manners torus " Mrs.
Day said she thought it was because they were
happy that everythiug around seemed laughing.
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SOLILOQUY OF THE ASSEMBLY CLOCK
WITH APOLOGIES TO SHAKESPEARE.
TO STOP, or not  to stop; that is the question ;
Whether 'tis nobler   for a clock   to suffer
The insults and stares of brazen students.
Or to take up hands against the turning of the
wheels,
And by opposing stop them.  To stop, to sleep
Gu no more and by a stop to say we end
The ticking and a thousand natural shocks
That clocks are heir to, 'Tis a consumation
Devoutly to be wished.    To stop, to sleep;
To sleep; Perchance to rust:    Ay, there's the
rub,
For in that sleep   of   earth what   change  may
come,
When we have   shuffled   off   this  main spring
coil,
Must make us pause:    There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life;
For who would hear   the whips and scorns  of
time,
The janitor's key, the Doctor's gaze,
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The pains of over work, the pendulum's delay,
The insolence of students, and  the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes
When he himself, might his quietus make
By  gazing   into   some   student's   face?     Who
would time record,
To tick and turn uuder a dreary life,
But that the dicad of something after death
That   undiscovered    trash   pile,   from   whose
bourn
No clock returns, puzzles the dial
And makes us rather bear  the twists we get
Thau to fly to others that we kuow not of?
Thus thiukiug does make us all lose time,
And thus is the janitor caused to swear,
And enterprises of great pith and moment
Are caused to be Ave minutes late,
— Soft you now,—The   Pre-ident,   Doctor, iu
thy   announcements,    be   all   tbe   chapel
time consumed.
— EUGENE M. KNIGHT.
The exchange editor may scratch a pen,
Till the euds of  his fingers are sore,
When some one's  sura to remark   with a jest,
Rats    how  stale!    I've  heard   that before.
- Ex.
In the words of the old adage, "There's
more truth than poetry in this," We do not
wish to pose as a martyr but is there anyoue,
we ask, more deserving of sympathy than the
Exchange Editor?    If   we  try to give  strictly