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12 THE NORMAL RECORD. line trembled as it met the waves of brilliant light from the illuminations. Higher up the yellow halo, paled and finally died in the dark blue zenith, where a few undimmed stars looked down upon another starry world. There were gay, frivolous evenings on the Pike, when we saw Hagenback's famous animal show, Hale's fire fighters, the naval battle, and other shows, and watched the happy, light- hearted throngs surge up and down the brilliant street. Spielers on every side Med to lure the crowd into the booths and shows they represented. Stringed instruments and brass bands, playing melodies of almost every people, were heard at every step- It was a noisy, glittering, unusual scene. I looked in vain to find Miss Lennon, studying the music of the Pike, Dr. Adams of hydroxaly mine fame, taking notes for morning talks in the Assembly later on, and Dr. Van Liew standing aside with folded arms studying the psychology of the crowd, but the surging throng, the distracting side shows, the garish light, and the strains of "Bidelia, oh Bidelia" were not for them. I could go on telling you of experiences in hospitable St. Louis itself, with its Southern flavor of the Democrats in frock coats and slouch hats, who gathered for the great Convention, but already you are weary, and I must close this account of memories of the Fair, over which I like to dream this fall. G. L. H. An Autumn Ride Long Ago. Stella We started at half-past fWe, Bob on his favorite horse, Nell, with a bag of lunch and a sack of salt tied on behind the saddle, and I on old Lucy. Bob was very important this morning as we set out. The weight of his twelve years, the care of me, his nine year old sister, and the responsibility of salting the sheep up in Rock Creek Canyon, rested heavily upon him. I, in pink sunbonnet, red dress and white apron, sat on old fat Lucy with my feet sticking out straight, and rejoicing in the unspeakable joys of being allowed to go on this important trip, and having brother's saddle with real stirrups. Once on the road, we pushed on at a good pace. The sun was not yet up, and the air was cool and bracing. Everywhere spider webs and long, silky spider threads hung and floated about. Bob said this was a sure sign of Autumn, for an Indian had told him so, and an Indian's prophecies, regarding the seasons are infallible. As we passed along under large oaks and sycamores, leaves fell softly, some times lodging on us. The horses made a great noise as they walked over the fallen leaves. Often times the wind would catch up some of these and send them whirling and dancing on before us for a long way, when, with a twirl, it would pile them into a neat, little bank, and then go whistling on, leaving the poor, little leaves far from their mother tree. In the branches over head, we could Crowder. hear a few birds softly twittering as they flew about seeking an early breakfast. After a half-hour's ride, we turned off from the road and entered the canyon again, following the little creek that rushes down the hills, through the canyon, and out into the valley. Trees now surrounded us, and mountains rose high on either side. The sun was coming up and all nature seemed to wake. A squirrel darted across our path and sprang up the trunk of a neighboring pine. A rabbit jumped out from a near bush, ran a few feet, and then crouched low with his ears laid back. When we came up within a few steps of him, he sprang away, to stop again as before. The birds overhead chirped and chattered, and now and then we could hear a b!ue jay scream. The creek at our feet crept along peacefully at times and again made a deafening noise as it hurried over a long riffle of rocks and boulders. Finally we began to see signs of the sheep. The grass was nibbled off short in places, and in some spots, the dew was brushed off as if some of the sheep had just passed. We dismounted and tied our horses to a large oak tree. Then Bob untied the bag of salt and slung it over his shoulder, and we started away over the hill. The grass was now dry and slippery and in some spots the walking was very difficult. But we enjoyed every step as only children can, climbing over this stone, and rolling that one down the hill; looking down holes in the ground and wondering if a,
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. November 1904 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
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 1904 it was published every month - except the Summer months. |
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 | 1904_11_NormalRecord.014 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
OCR- Transcript | 12 THE NORMAL RECORD. line trembled as it met the waves of brilliant light from the illuminations. Higher up the yellow halo, paled and finally died in the dark blue zenith, where a few undimmed stars looked down upon another starry world. There were gay, frivolous evenings on the Pike, when we saw Hagenback's famous animal show, Hale's fire fighters, the naval battle, and other shows, and watched the happy, light- hearted throngs surge up and down the brilliant street. Spielers on every side Med to lure the crowd into the booths and shows they represented. Stringed instruments and brass bands, playing melodies of almost every people, were heard at every step- It was a noisy, glittering, unusual scene. I looked in vain to find Miss Lennon, studying the music of the Pike, Dr. Adams of hydroxaly mine fame, taking notes for morning talks in the Assembly later on, and Dr. Van Liew standing aside with folded arms studying the psychology of the crowd, but the surging throng, the distracting side shows, the garish light, and the strains of "Bidelia, oh Bidelia" were not for them. I could go on telling you of experiences in hospitable St. Louis itself, with its Southern flavor of the Democrats in frock coats and slouch hats, who gathered for the great Convention, but already you are weary, and I must close this account of memories of the Fair, over which I like to dream this fall. G. L. H. An Autumn Ride Long Ago. Stella We started at half-past fWe, Bob on his favorite horse, Nell, with a bag of lunch and a sack of salt tied on behind the saddle, and I on old Lucy. Bob was very important this morning as we set out. The weight of his twelve years, the care of me, his nine year old sister, and the responsibility of salting the sheep up in Rock Creek Canyon, rested heavily upon him. I, in pink sunbonnet, red dress and white apron, sat on old fat Lucy with my feet sticking out straight, and rejoicing in the unspeakable joys of being allowed to go on this important trip, and having brother's saddle with real stirrups. Once on the road, we pushed on at a good pace. The sun was not yet up, and the air was cool and bracing. Everywhere spider webs and long, silky spider threads hung and floated about. Bob said this was a sure sign of Autumn, for an Indian had told him so, and an Indian's prophecies, regarding the seasons are infallible. As we passed along under large oaks and sycamores, leaves fell softly, some times lodging on us. The horses made a great noise as they walked over the fallen leaves. Often times the wind would catch up some of these and send them whirling and dancing on before us for a long way, when, with a twirl, it would pile them into a neat, little bank, and then go whistling on, leaving the poor, little leaves far from their mother tree. In the branches over head, we could Crowder. hear a few birds softly twittering as they flew about seeking an early breakfast. After a half-hour's ride, we turned off from the road and entered the canyon again, following the little creek that rushes down the hills, through the canyon, and out into the valley. Trees now surrounded us, and mountains rose high on either side. The sun was coming up and all nature seemed to wake. A squirrel darted across our path and sprang up the trunk of a neighboring pine. A rabbit jumped out from a near bush, ran a few feet, and then crouched low with his ears laid back. When we came up within a few steps of him, he sprang away, to stop again as before. The birds overhead chirped and chattered, and now and then we could hear a b!ue jay scream. The creek at our feet crept along peacefully at times and again made a deafening noise as it hurried over a long riffle of rocks and boulders. Finally we began to see signs of the sheep. The grass was nibbled off short in places, and in some spots, the dew was brushed off as if some of the sheep had just passed. We dismounted and tied our horses to a large oak tree. Then Bob untied the bag of salt and slung it over his shoulder, and we started away over the hill. The grass was now dry and slippery and in some spots the walking was very difficult. But we enjoyed every step as only children can, climbing over this stone, and rolling that one down the hill; looking down holes in the ground and wondering if a, |