6 The Acorn In Memoriam Lovingly dedicated to the memory of Sister Sarah T. Evans. Blow softly, winds, no blust'ring sounds Must come to mar her peaceful sleep. Ring sweetly, bells, your soothing chimes Echo our woe and sorrows deep; Flow gently brook, your babbling fall Must cease, nor farther onward roam, Sing heavenly hosts, thy welcome call Shall sweetly, softly guide her home. In our sad hearts, her mem'ry still Shall through the coming ages live. Time cannot change that heavenly smile, Nor take away the love she'd give. Her guiding eye, her helpful hand, Her noble heart, her queenly mien, Can ne'er grow dim, within our eyes, To us who have her beauty seen. Oh Father, thou who gave her life, Oh Father, who has called her home, Help us to grow more perfect, yea, That we in some small deed or thought May some reflection of her grace Possess, to guide us on to heav'n, That we may grow the more like her, And near to her a dwelling gain. Sarah M. Williams, '06 THE ACORN Volume Five JANUARY Number Three The Test A LEAP YEAR STORY "I say, Jo, I'm tired of this fuss. Leap Year Party indeed! A fine time we'd have. And what's more I'll not go to it, so there!" ex claimed Virgie Hayes flinging herself down in a big arm chair before the great fire-place. "What ever has struck you, Virgie?" chorused the girls, "thought you liked dancing." "I do, but I'm tired of the ex-isitng conditions, understand?" "Why, what do you mean by existing conditions?" asked Maud Barton. "Come girls, put down your sewing. Put down that book, Margie, lets hear it out." "Of course, lay aside all useful work and turn 'Old Twenty One's Literary Club and Sewing Circle into a lecture platform," retorted Flossie Carter. "Well, proceed Madame, we're all attention." "Make yourselves entirely comfortable," said "Jo." Davenport, the hostess, as she drew a, large sleepy hollow rocker up to the fire and joined the circle. "Well, girls, you know as well as I that the boys are willing to dance with us, providing we appear on the scene in time. They're always willing to take us home when the whole thing's over. That's what makes me so angry: they'll let you go alone, but are very willing to see you safely home. I tell you I for one shall not go!" "Nor I! nor I! nor I!," spoke the others. "But you know girls, the faculty have set their foot down on going out any other night. If we take out Friday, where's the amusement coming in?" said Ruth Banks. "Lectures' over. Proceed with the discussion," spoke up Maggie and turned again to her book. "You old worm, sit up and pay attention!" said Amy. "Here, Jo, take care of this book, while Maggie gives her opinion."