Oracle . r boy had won I was going to make him a box of fudge, or some-thing, but you see— I love you, and so its just this. She stooped and gently kissed the boy, whispered, good-night, dear, and was gone. Makie Toney^ IS. If Im Asked for a Poem If all the skies were faces would be fain To feel once more upon themThe cooling splash of rain. We Sophomores have many a task Of reading French and working Trig;And Oh, that Latin, how we must dig. But biggest of -all are our English tasks. If all the world were music,Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silenceTo break t
Oracle . r boy had won I was going to make him a box of fudge, or some-thing, but you see— I love you, and so its just this. She stooped and gently kissed the boy, whispered, good-night, dear, and was gone. Makie Toney^ IS. If Im Asked for a Poem If all the skies were faces would be fain To feel once more upon themThe cooling splash of rain. We Sophomores have many a task Of reading French and working Trig;And Oh, that Latin, how we must dig. But biggest of -all are our English tasks. If all the world were music,Our hearts would often long For one sweet strain of silenceTo break the endless song. Its memrize this and memrize that. Or its, Next time, please write a theme,Or paragraphs have lately seemed To take the place of all of that. If life were always souls would seek relief And rest from weary laughterIn the quiet arms of grief. But worst of all, were asked for a poem,It seems so hard, I almost cry,But yet I know that I must try, So this is what Ill show em. (131). Diary of an Athens College Mirror AM so tired living in a boarding school, said a mirror one calm evening the first of September. Ihavebeen here for twelve years and so lonesome I do not know what to do. In a few days those girls willall be back again, and some are so cruel; they make fun of my cracked face and call me ugly wonder if many of the dressers that use to be with me are in such awful places of responsibility as 1am. I have so many secrets, and I can tell them to no one. But now I have that darling Rose over there in thatcorner. I used to have just lots and lots of roses for friends, but they gradually faded away, then died; and Ihad none until Mrs. Murrah made them take down a shelf not long ago, and under it was a pretty new rose, andwe are going to live together this year as intimate friends. I used to be beautiful, when I lived at Hood andWheelers in Birmingham, Ala. People used to look at me and smile in admiration. I feel sorry for you, Rosie,dear, you
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