like a pure clear spring that bubbles from the mountain side our souls come forth from heaven we trickle down ihe rugged hillside of mortal life uniting with the great stream of humanity forced by the walls of future progression we now in the one great channel of human existence wear away the rocks of temptation sin and sorrow and secure for ourselves a clean smooth bed o'er this we steadily now until we fall over the golden precipice of life into the still clear sea of heaven leaving behind us our clay-made structure to crumble in the silent tomb of all tbe world we sink back into the presence of that body from whom we sprang carrying with us those thoroughly dissolved portions of pure sediment which when deposited may prove to be a rich mineral vein in tbe firm strata of eternity where it may someday be a source of inspiration and wealth to precious immortal souls improving upon the old oh pen when in the old time school-house we strove neath our teacher's rod to master thee x\nd twisting down upon some sad old desk with doleful air and attitude grotesque and with protruding tongue and beating heart took our first lesson in the graphic art and that old copy on the paper poured saying tbe pen is mightier than the sword and then from sudden and dynamic stroke the pen we leaned on into fragments broke some angel told our inexperienced youth that after all that copy told the truth louesa crirchlow 07 this is next if you have tears prepare to shed them now you all do know this pencil 1 remember tbe time when charley bought it from tbe store twas a november's evening after school that day he asked questions outnumbered look in this place he bit the rubber off see what an indentation his monstrous teeth have made with this the well-beloved reuben tapped and as he drew it quickly from the desk mark how the eyes of students followed it as rushing out of place to be resolv'd if reuben so unkindly tapped or no for reuben as you know s the seniors1 angel judge deal students how they all do love him e w words are like leaves and where they most abound much fruit of sense beneath is rarely found