there never was a maiden fair with more potential graces than she with such abundant hair and cheerfullest of faces she teaches how to make the fudge and how to boil and stew i wonder who'll be myrtle's judge of all she cooks do you you ask who the man is well now can't you guess he has a high fore head and eyes full of quest when school rooms are chilly and troubled our souls now what could we do without our brother cowles a little man there is in school his name well you can guess he always sisters all the girls and brothers all the rest in physics he's a dandy cept when he gives a test his birds-eye view is handy say nothing of the rest bailey the man of bugs and plants is always looking for a chance to brighter make the rugged roads enhance the study of flowers and toads pleasure pleasures are of two kinds first those which we seek and second those which seek us the first are usually those received by going to cheap shows or vaudeville by turning the sabbath into a picnicing day or by merely satisfying the passions the second are the pleas ures we feel when we have done some good or made some one else happy and in so doing we have lost self we feel these pleasures long after the cause has been removed and get a great deal of true satisfac tion from them if we watch a man who continually seeks pleasure we shall find him selfish narrow minded and morally corrupt on the other hand watch one who tries to give other people pleasure and never thinks of self and you will find one who is sought after most ; who is in continual demand he is remembered many years after the other man's ex istence is entirely forgotten there is only a short time allotted us to live upon this earth and it is too precious to spend in pleasure seeking men who truly succeed have pleasure seek them and enjoy this pleasure they do not spend their time seeking it pleasures are like poppies spread you seize the flower its bloom is shed or like the snow-falls in the river a moment white — then gone forever ; or like the borealis rays that flit e'er you can point the place or like the rainbow's lovely form evanishing amid the storm . ' ' — wilma me far land 08