Lasell leaves . andSport Hats GlovesFine Furs Everything distinctive and unusual [#lliis&|«iirkiitei||.. 383 WASHINGTON ST BOSTON Oasell Leaves Vol. XXXXVIII LASELL SEMINARY, AUBURNDALE 66, BOSTON, MASS., NOVEMBER, 1922 No. 1 Published Bi-Monthly from October to June by the Lasel! Seminary Students. Entered as second-class matter at the Boston, Mass., Post Office. Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in Section 1103, Act of October 3, 1917, authorized on October 28, 1918. LIST OF OFFICERS Business Manager Subscription Manager JOSEPHINE CURRY Editor-in-ChiefHELEN L. CH
Lasell leaves . andSport Hats GlovesFine Furs Everything distinctive and unusual [#lliis&|«iirkiitei||.. 383 WASHINGTON ST BOSTON Oasell Leaves Vol. XXXXVIII LASELL SEMINARY, AUBURNDALE 66, BOSTON, MASS., NOVEMBER, 1922 No. 1 Published Bi-Monthly from October to June by the Lasel! Seminary Students. Entered as second-class matter at the Boston, Mass., Post Office. Acceptance for mailing at special rate of postage provided for in Section 1103, Act of October 3, 1917, authorized on October 28, 1918. LIST OF OFFICERS Business Manager Subscription Manager JOSEPHINE CURRY Editor-in-ChiefHELEN L. CHAPMAN ARLINE ALLSOPP Johe Editor Athletic Editor LOUISA C. VENABLE Local Editors MARGARET BUNNELLMARY M. DeWOLF CAROLYN S. COLTON Joke Editor Literary Editor M. EVELYN SHIDLER ELIZABETH BRISTOW TERMS, in Advance: One Copy, one year, (including postage), $ Single Copies, IS cents. CONTENTS LITERARY EDITORIALS LOCALS 10 WOODLAND PARK NOTES 13 SCHOOL ROSTER 14 PERSONALS • 17 JOKES 26 ^>^.. THE OLD-FASHIONED GARDEN The Suns last rays are fading fast,And oer the garden hangs a branches of the willows castTheir mystic shadows through the clouds are few and cannot last. Faint odors wafted by the breeze, The smell of rose and mignonette, The gentle humming of the bees, And now, at last, the sun has set; The clouds show dimly through the trees. The mild moon spreads her silver rays—It shone ten thousand years ago—And happily the fountain plays,Bathed in the soft celestial glow;The clouds float down their azure ways. The calm is broken; deep and low,The croaking of the frogs is heard,The owls nightly tale of woe,And soft complaint of pensive the sky, clouds gently blow. Again a solemn silence reigns;The dawn steals slowly up the more the gardens flowered lanesShow pale and still, and oer them highThe white clouds trail their silver trains. M. Crawford 22 140 Wharamtala Street,Calcutta, India, April 25, Buddie Boy:
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