Bethanian, 1909 . 127 A Students Dream ONE eve as I strolled on the Corridor While the night wind was blowing warm ; I felt a light tap on my a sudden jerk at my arm. I turned and beheld a strange phantom. Who sternly said unto me,Come and see dear old Bethan}- College, As dear old Pjethany College might be I stood for a moment in terror, Gazing at him by my side;But finally accepted his proffer For him to act as my guide. We strolled to the end of the corridorAnd viewed the old college wall: The bricks and mortor were perfect. There was no sign that it ever would fall. We entere
Bethanian, 1909 . 127 A Students Dream ONE eve as I strolled on the Corridor While the night wind was blowing warm ; I felt a light tap on my a sudden jerk at my arm. I turned and beheld a strange phantom. Who sternly said unto me,Come and see dear old Bethan}- College, As dear old Pjethany College might be I stood for a moment in terror, Gazing at him by my side;But finally accepted his proffer For him to act as my guide. We strolled to the end of the corridorAnd viewed the old college wall: The bricks and mortor were perfect. There was no sign that it ever would fall. We entered the book store my guide and 1 seemetl to be lost; When the man just over the they now sold text books at cost. I looked at my guide in amazementAnd he softly wdiispered to me: This is dear old Bethany College, As dear old Bethany College might be. We retraced our steps on the corridor. And stood on the elevator car;And as we ascended to chapel He allowed me to smoke my cigar. The chapel
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