. Focus. To Her. Poem 225 Tennyson, the Voice of Science 226 The Other Side 230 Stitches. Story 232 Blessed are the Meek 234 At Eest. Poem 238 Duty. Poem 238 Editorials 239 Alumnae 241 Here and There 245 Hit or Miss 254 Exchanges 257 Locals 259 The Focus Volume I FARMVILLE. JUNE, 1911 Number 5 ISTight is the resting time,When the deeds of the day are beyond recall,And the shadows waver along the wall;While raindrops patter and cold winds blow,Come feast your eyes on the firelights glow, For night is resting time. ISTight is dreaming time;The skies of the future are always neve
. Focus. To Her. Poem 225 Tennyson, the Voice of Science 226 The Other Side 230 Stitches. Story 232 Blessed are the Meek 234 At Eest. Poem 238 Duty. Poem 238 Editorials 239 Alumnae 241 Here and There 245 Hit or Miss 254 Exchanges 257 Locals 259 The Focus Volume I FARMVILLE. JUNE, 1911 Number 5 ISTight is the resting time,When the deeds of the day are beyond recall,And the shadows waver along the wall;While raindrops patter and cold winds blow,Come feast your eyes on the firelights glow, For night is resting time. ISTight is dreaming time;The skies of the future are always never a grief and never a care;There are silver nights and golden days—When bright on the future the firelight plays— Yes, night is dreaming time. ISTight is forgiving time;When the coals drop softly and slowly yield a smile where we gave a hearts expand as the day grows old,We welcome the stray sheep back to the fold— Ah, night is forgiving time. Alumna, 08. 212 THE FOCUS an 10 jFair-. LADY to see you, sir. Jack Marshall, junior partner of Mar-shall and Marshall, real estate dealers, im-patiently shook a straying lock from hisbrow, smoothed a crease from his whiteduck trousers, and, Avith hands in hispockets, sauntered from the inner office into the dissectingroom, as he called it- He hated to interview a woman—they had no business dabbling in mens affairs, anyway. A slim, white-gowned girl arose at his entrance, and hisface cleared at sight of her. Hello, Anne, what brings you here ? I came to ask about those lots you advertised in to-daysBulletin/ Anne answered, with a demureness inconsistentwith the roguish twinkle in her blue eyes. Come, now, Anne. Is it a beach party or a sail ? Mr. Marshall, her assumption of austere dignity barelyoutlived Jacks grin, this is purely a business call. Obligeme by telling me all about those lots on the Bayshore Roadnear Glenwood. Oh, thats the game, is it ? Then in his most business-like tones: Just a minute—Ill get
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