. Virginian. ellie knows Tarr and McMurray as Iknow my A, B, Cs. Do you wonder the children think she is intellectual looking! Susie Ford is trying to convert the first grade tots into Michel Angelos. Sheis succeeding, too, for some of the drawings of Christmas toys made by them wereso good that we recognized them. You dont know Gertrude King, do you ? I wish you did. She is one of ourprettiest, sweetest girls. January 23. Dearest Peggy: Just one short week and youll see your Polly Perkins. Will the time nevercome. Of course we hate to leave Alma Mater; we have learned to love her well, 25 I k
. Virginian. ellie knows Tarr and McMurray as Iknow my A, B, Cs. Do you wonder the children think she is intellectual looking! Susie Ford is trying to convert the first grade tots into Michel Angelos. Sheis succeeding, too, for some of the drawings of Christmas toys made by them wereso good that we recognized them. You dont know Gertrude King, do you ? I wish you did. She is one of ourprettiest, sweetest girls. January 23. Dearest Peggy: Just one short week and youll see your Polly Perkins. Will the time nevercome. Of course we hate to leave Alma Mater; we have learned to love her well, 25 I know Henrietta Dunlap will be missed more than any of the rest or us, for she issuch a help to everybody. Just think! Helen Childrey has taken three State Exams in less than a week—and passed on all. Hasnt she spunk, though ? Well, Peggy, it is time for one of our numerous class meetings, so no more atpresent. Your loving Polly S. Will be home Tuesday night on No. 3. Meet me. LiLLi,\N F. 26 Ipvopbcc^ of the Class of January, 190G Twas on a fair September da),Ere robins southward took their wa}-,Or Frost had dyed the maples red,Or Fall to Winter had been wed ;The time when Natures at her best,When air and sunshine give life zest,When school-room seems a prison outdoor life most passing fair,—Such time as this, our matron tookOur class of girls across the brookTo spend the day in picnic styleOn Willis Mount, where lor a while,Our books forgot, wed feel at easeTo halloo and whoop beneath the trees. All moi-n we played ; at noons eyed the lunch with furtive chapercin soon saw our need,And spread the lunch, a feast justice did we to the food,(Our manners really were not good.)The dinner oer, our lady tookA siesta sweet in cosy nook,\\hilc we most sly our plans did make—The whole time scared lest she should wake-To slip away to nearby placeWhere camped a tribe of gypsy race,To have our fortunes told, take
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