The Smith College Monthly Volume 5 (Paperback)

This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1897 edition. Excerpt: ...at my wooing and mocks my vow, Looks upon me but to despise. Good Saint Valentine, help me now Good Saint Valentine, break her rest, Suffer no longer this thing to be, Stir the calm in her tranquil breast, Bob her life of its careless glee, Fetter her heart that was once so free. Set thy mark on her fair white brow, And all these things for the love of me. Good Saint Valentine, help me now I If I should send my heart to-day, Would Marj one remember? I can't imagine what she'd say If I should send my heart to-day, It's far too far away from May 'Tis far too near December. If I should send my heart to-day, Would Marjorie remember? us If thou would'st know Who loves thee best Or east or west, I'd say 'twas she Who most of any, here below Resembles me. H. C. B. Louisa Alcott once threatened to write a description of the many "garcons" she met during her "Shawl strap" travels, but she never did. If they had been Some of our Teachers half as queer as the large collection of school teachers which a life in public schools has made us acquainted with, she certainly could never have resisted. First was Mrs. King, a cozy memory of a grandmotherly smile and long purple streamers that were the delight of us small fry. She used to take the most scared little girl up into her lap when there was a thunder shower and tell us a certain story of a hen who laid an egg in the contribution box in the church vestibule and how the proceeds of that egg went to the worthy heathen. It was always the same story and we always listened to it with the same absorbing interest. Then came Mrs. Pettiford. She used always to come to school with her hair done up in tea leads, and we used to get there early for the sake of seeing her take her hair out of...