to the faculty our faculty we love you all prom our apostle down for many smiles you've given us when we deserved a frown we have so much to thank you for and never can repay the truths that you have taught to u in lessons every day we all do most sincerely hope that in our lives each day we may by your example taught help some one on his way and so dear teachers one and all we thank you for the ray of living light you've shed on us to help us on our way — ellen agren | the 3qd a reverie every evening just as darkness palls upon the silent earth and the wintry landscape fading mingles sadness with our mirth steal i softly to the fireplace where i love to sit and muse while the leaping flames go dancing up and down the blackened flues all alone here with the shadows flickering on the darkened walls while the wailing wind of winter down the wide old chimney calls long and often do i linger gazing where the embers cast glowing paintings of the future fading pictures of the past on one side the ruddy firelight stretches in its rosy hues visions of a brighter future with success and joy its dues but among the fairest pictures darker spots are found as well — sorrow pain and often evil are the things the spots foretell on the other side the embers dying down to ashen gray reproduce to tender fancy dear old times long passed away half forgotten joys and sorrows blended in a dimmer light flood the heart with half sweet sadness vanished days come back tonight dreaming here i sometimes wonder whether in far distant years as an aged woman waiting free from all youth's hopes and fears when the trails of life are over i shall watch the dying light picture with its last faint glimmer future days without a night — pearl smititt,'o8 i