Our College Times . higher ideals—a quiet home; vines of our ownplanting; a few books full of the in-spiration of genius; a few friendsworthy of being loved and able to loveus in turn; a hundred innocent pleas-ures that bring no pain or sorrow; adevotion to the right that will notswerve; a simple religion empty of allbigotry, full of trust and hope and love—and to such a philosophy this worldwill give up all the empty joy it has.— David Swing A Valentine Let me send you a circle of goldenthoughts, My friend of the long ago;Of childhood days, and of fanciescaught By fairies we both did
Our College Times . higher ideals—a quiet home; vines of our ownplanting; a few books full of the in-spiration of genius; a few friendsworthy of being loved and able to loveus in turn; a hundred innocent pleas-ures that bring no pain or sorrow; adevotion to the right that will notswerve; a simple religion empty of allbigotry, full of trust and hope and love—and to such a philosophy this worldwill give up all the empty joy it has.— David Swing A Valentine Let me send you a circle of goldenthoughts, My friend of the long ago;Of childhood days, and of fanciescaught By fairies we both did you the old home pictures, dear, Thoughts of the friends so true,Tho distant now I am sure they still Are true as Heaven is , Life is strange to one and all, But the past is yours and mine,So take my love of old, sweetheart^ For that is your valentine. A certain character in DickenssMartin Chuzzlewit is likened to aguide-post by the roadside, alwaystelling people where to go but never anywhere ho Ma t L U Washington, Lincoln and Longfel-low—shall we ever forget them. Eachyear as the month of February takesits turn in the yearly cycle of time,we have brought to us anew, memoriesof these noble men whom our countryso proudly claims as its own. Withwhat delight the children listen open-mouthed to the wonderful stories ofThe Cherry Tree and the Hatchet,and of the Old Log Cabin and theHelpless Pig, and to the manytreasures told by the fireside, treas-ures for which we are so indebted andso grateful to our beloved poet. The dreariness of February is for-gotten when on every hand our visionis greeted with displays of dazzlingred hearts and cunning little Cupidsannouncing the approach of that day,so significant in former times, whichhas not yet lost all of its charm andmysterious pleasure. We still pictureCupid, wide awake with plenty ofarrows for his ready and skillful Valentines Day need not suggestfoolish sentimentalities; rather let itsuggest good wh
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