THE FRANCES SHIMER QUARTERLY
A Blessing
The teacher came into our room
And then with manner grand,
She stepped inside and looked around
And slightly waved her hand.
She said to Fritz—also to me—
That noise we soon should rue;
She promised us an awful fate,
She made a great to-do.
With drooping hearts we seized a book,
Our souls no longer gay,
She, with an unrelenting look,
Then turned and went away.
Marie Weyrauch, '10
Sleeping Over
One dark and dismal morning long ago
The world was filled with rain and sleet and snow;
It seemed a very little thing to do,
Nor did we think our folly we should rue,
We only slept, unmindful of the bell;
We little thought it tolled our hearts' death knell.
The Principal came tripping down the hall,
And parted us forever: that is all.
Josephine Woost, '09
The Book
The book most blest—the book the best,
The book I choose from all the rest,
Is not a Hymn Book—O, how bad !
Is not a Prayer Book—O, how sad!
It's not a Shakespeare or a Burns,
A Botany of flowers and ferns
Nor is it blank — but if you'll look,
It is a nice, full pocket-book.
Julia Sword, '10
