The Normal Record. January 1905

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THE NORMAL RECORD.
in his voice that something unusual is going to
happen. Look at his small shapely head and
delicately pointed, sensitive ears, look at the
massive, yet graceful shoulders and the strong
but slender limbs. See how he tosses his jetty
mane on the breeze and distends his full, red
nostrils. He champs his bit and frets that the
curb   is   so   tightly   drawn.     He   longs   to   be
bounding over the hills, yet awaits the will of
his master with the docility of a child. Pride
and spirit are wonderfully blended with love
and gentleness in this beautiful beast, and as
I look at him I do not wonder that men grow
fond of their chargers and love and care for
them as for a human friend, sharing even their
meals with them at times.
A Mountain   Home.
Sibyl   Miller.
It was an old log cabin that had stood for
many years on the side of a mountain, among
the murmuring pines and near a large spring
of clear, cold mountain water. The cabin contained one large room with an old fireplace at
one end. Near the wide, heavy door were two
large windows, which permitted the golden
sunbeams to stray in and cheer the home. One
window  was   filled  with  thrifty  plants  which
were taking in the warm sunshine. Several
rude chairs and a table stood on one side of
the room, and a bed stood on the other side,
spinning wheel and a few cooking utensils
Standing in the corner near the bed was an old
spining wheel and a few cooking untensils
hung around the fireplace. The floor was
clean, and several home-made rugs covered it.
Everything was simple and home-like, and
peacefulness and contentment reigned over all.
A Monologue.
Dora Wohlfrom.
Scene—Main hall of the Normal Exit, from
the library, a young girl new to the school.
To meet her, precipitating herself down the
stairs with deliberate steps, an older student.
The latter speaks.
Excuse me, but this is Miss Newcome isn't
it? I heard that you were contemplating joining
one of the Debating Societies and I don't believe you have ever been approached on the
subject before, have you? Yes? Well, I represent the Ilakawinns. What does it mean? Oh,
eagles of flight or something of the kind, I
don't know, but it really doesn't matter. It
sounds well, nevertheless. It makes one feel
so distinguished. You don't mean to say that
you like Platonian better? No! It is so common, and besides who are we to expect to become Platos? Rather presumptuous, don't you
think so?
Frank Rouke asked you to join the other
side? Is that so? Well, let me tell you not to
place too much confidence in what Frank says,
for he just dearly loves to hear himself talk,
but he does not score much for all that. Now,
I would just like to know what inducements
he could offer; a better meeting place? Well,
perhaps in a way,—they have couches to rest
upon after they have had one of their very
exhausting debates. But we have the Assembly Hall. Now the acoustic properties— Oh,
there's the librarian! We must make our escape. To the cloak room? Yes. No, that will
never do. Dr. Van Liew says that no self-
respecting person would stay in the cloak
room. The matter? Oh it is a question of
microbes, I suppose. To the Janitor's office
then? Oh, yes;  that will do.
What was I saying? Oh, yes; the Assembly
Hall. Now, it is very impressive to stand on
the new rostrum and hold forth eloquently
before an intelligent audience, and hear one's
voice echo throughout the room. That's
something like  it.
Oh, that's only the Training School bell;
you don't have to go yet. Sit down if you are
tired. What were you saying about the other
side? That they have better programs? More
varied? Well,  I will  confess that tney have