“Heading.” By Wesley R. De Lappe, age 17, Honor Member
“You are cold,” he said. ‘Is it not so? Here, take my blanket.”
“But, sir,” answered the soldier, although he eyed the blanket longingly, "I can't deprive you of your blanket.”
“It does not deprive,” returned the marquis, ‘for I have another.”
And, putting the blanket into the soldier's hands, he went buck into the tent, to lie shivering until morning.
“It may be, and is, wrong to tell lies,” he murmured as he lay down, “but it is worse to let a human being freeze to death almost before your very eyes.”
Now this little story may not be true, but I think it is very like the gallant young Frenchman who left home and country, wealth and friends, that he might do what he thought was right.
YOUTH’S PLEASURE IN AUTUMN.
By Marguerite M. Jacque (age 13).
Dons her very darkest gown,
And the winds moan mournfully through the glen;
While the leaves, so brown and sear,
Rustle sadly on the ear,
For now November reigns supreme again,
Flitting like a summer breeze,
Making light the gloom and shadow as they fly?
’T is a host of little hoods
In these drear autumnal woods,
Now a-nutting ‘neath this chill November sky.
Changing dreariness to cheer,
As the alchemists did clay transform to gold!
Oh, how sweet is sunny Youth
In its innocence and truth,
As it reaps the Old World’s harvests hundredfold!
To this weary world a treasure,
As children are a light to somber fall!
How we love her blithe caresses,
And how lavishly she blesses
The faces of these children, one and all!
MY FAVORITE EPISODE IN AMERICAN HISTORY.
Charlotte St. George Nourse (age 9).
I don’t know a great deal about history, but I think my favorite episode in American history is the time that the Narragansett Indians sent the snake-skin filled with arrows to Plymouth, to say that they were going to make war against the people in Plymouth. The people in Plymouth filled the snake-skin with bullets, and sent it back to the Indians, as if to say: “Shoot your arrows at us, and we will kill you with our bullets.” And the Narragansetts were so afraid that they sent the snake-skin back again, and there was no war.
I don’t know why this is my favorite episode in American history; perhaps it is that it shows the cowardliness of the Indians,
“A Nature Study.” By Charlotte |
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PLEASURE.
To stroll beside a sunny brook, And read in a secluded nook, Or in some shady woods to stray, From the fierce heat of a summer day; To gather berries in a pail, Or on the waters clear to sail; To ride on loads of fragrant hay, And in a spacious barn to play; To watch the firefly’s matchless light As it illuminates the night; To gather pebbles on the shore; To do all these and many things more— is pleasure. |
