. The Rotunda . he superintendent revealed unto usthe pitfalls of life and a minister gaveus a formula for reforming the humanrace. But no such noble motive had Iin coming to college. After weeks ofviolent protestations that I didntwant to be an old school teacher, Ifinally submitted to my fate, as I couldnot resist my fathers eloquence anylonger. He uncovered to me virtuesand assets of Farmville that Im sureDr. Jarman himself neevr knew ex-isted. Dad could have made loads ofmoney if hed commercialized his elo-quence and written advertisments forS. T. C, then I wouldnt have neededa profession.
. The Rotunda . he superintendent revealed unto usthe pitfalls of life and a minister gaveus a formula for reforming the humanrace. But no such noble motive had Iin coming to college. After weeks ofviolent protestations that I didntwant to be an old school teacher, Ifinally submitted to my fate, as I couldnot resist my fathers eloquence anylonger. He uncovered to me virtuesand assets of Farmville that Im sureDr. Jarman himself neevr knew ex-isted. Dad could have made loads ofmoney if hed commercialized his elo-quence and written advertisments forS. T. C, then I wouldnt have neededa profession. I sent in an application and with itsacceptance received a little brownbook entitled Student reading this book I received myfirst mpression of Farmville. I had a vision of nine hundred andsixteen young ladies dressed in white,tripping along the sidewalk in a dig-nified manner, and religiously balanc-ing themselves so as not to step onI the grass or deface the sacred shrub-(Continued on last page^. MORNING WATCH I wake to see the golden, dewy night draw near its end;To watch Gods starry candles slowly burn out, one by one;And with my Heavenly Father to commune as friend with friend,From dusky, cold-gray morn until the rising of the sun. I kneel to pray there in the cloistral shadows cool and dim,And ask my God to help me, in my world of commonplace,To live the like that Jesus lived, (for I would follow Him)—To find in simple things a depth of beauty and a grace. And when the turquoise dawn begins to break upon the land,A tranquil peace comes to me that Ive never had before;God is so very near, and holds my hand within His pools of golden sunlight come to ripple on my floor, I remember that I cannot always dream among the stars,—I must consume in work for Him the strength Ive gained in I i)lace my ardent soul behind its prison bars—But mother says I never brush the star-dust from my hair .... A. H. 32 H MY CASTLE Ive built a castle on
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