. The Rotunda . OF ALL THE liEAUTIFULPICTURES we all be if each received on every day the kind thoughtfulness bestowed by all during the that will satisfy her own needs and inter days! I ests. Of all the beautiful pictures, That sat on the table in the hall; • There was one that was better than all the rest,And that was the best of all. Now we know why the girls havebeen saving their —no not forfood, but in order to vote foi- her ownparticular Missing Link. All day long the rivals sat in closecontact with one another, immune toboth and criticism. How, when,oi where
. The Rotunda . OF ALL THE liEAUTIFULPICTURES we all be if each received on every day the kind thoughtfulness bestowed by all during the that will satisfy her own needs and inter days! I ests. Of all the beautiful pictures, That sat on the table in the hall; • There was one that was better than all the rest,And that was the best of all. Now we know why the girls havebeen saving their —no not forfood, but in order to vote foi- her ownparticular Missing Link. All day long the rivals sat in closecontact with one another, immune toboth and criticism. How, when,oi where would that ever happenagain ? So you see it was as much ofa privilege for this category of boysto be together as it was for them tobe voted on. We want to congiatulate the win-ner too because he certainly wasnt arose among thorns, but just a luckycontestant; or maybe—well everyonedoesnt have pennies you know. .4nd just think, girls—Every lastone of boys is loved by some-ftne. Can you beliove it?. LITERATURE THE BLACK SHIP White the sands beneath the moon;White the breakers, too,Rut black upon the waves, a shipDips into the blue. Black the sky above the sea;Black the ship is, too;White the sails beneath the moon,White-faced in her crew. Silver streaks the black sky now—Silver streaks the sea—The black ship dips the blue, again,And leaves a dream with me. F. W. 29 MY FRIEND Friend, your touch strengthens are my inspiration—My hope. If I should lose you,My faithMy lifeAll-Would be goneAnd I remaink poor, forsaken creature,Faithless,Lifeless,Hopeless! I would remain near you—Always! M. V. S. MASTER POET WEAVES Interwoven with the dreams of yester-day .And with his hopes and fears of com-ing years Still stands the loom whereon the poetappears To weave his magic art, with gentlesway. He tints the sombre hues with colorspray, And softly now subdues the commonfears. And works rich beauty, painting outthe jeers, And weaves a song his sadness tol)ortray Int
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