. The Lanthorn 1917. made us take a frown ;A wish we hardly dared to ownFor something better we had , Old Bott, got in the shadeOf the apple trees to greet the maid;He talked of staying and wondered whetherThe clouds in the west would bring bad weather?Then out came Dahlen looking downTook a car for the nearby girl more fair, a face more sweetNeer hath it been his lot to den Richer smiled that afternoonWhen he hummed in court an old love tune;And he look and longed; and wept aside,What a hubby Id make for such a now Rex Bake had climbed the hill;Saw it all—and
. The Lanthorn 1917. made us take a frown ;A wish we hardly dared to ownFor something better we had , Old Bott, got in the shadeOf the apple trees to greet the maid;He talked of staying and wondered whetherThe clouds in the west would bring bad weather?Then out came Dahlen looking downTook a car for the nearby girl more fair, a face more sweetNeer hath it been his lot to den Richer smiled that afternoonWhen he hummed in court an old love tune;And he look and longed; and wept aside,What a hubby Id make for such a now Rex Bake had climbed the hill;Saw it all—and—please be still—Oft as the wine in the glass is redHe longed for Zellners restaurant heaven save us, and pity us allWho vainly the dreams of youth recall;For of all sad words of tongue or penThe saddest are these—it might have hope! For our class some hope liesDeeply buried from human eyes;And in the hereafter fairies mayRoll the burden from our minds away. Page Eighty One ART DEPARTMENT. NOT DEAD—JUST SLEEPING Pagf Eighty!aa BUSINESS-I
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