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Colby College Digital Commons @ Colby The oC lbiana College Archives: Colbiana Collection 4-1919 The olC biana vol. 7 no. 3 (April, 1919) Colby College Follow this and additional works at: https://digitalcommons.colby.edu/thecolbiana Part of the Higher Education Commons Recommended Citation Colby College, "The oC lbiana vol. 7 no. 3 (April, 1919)" (1919). The Colbiana. 18. https://digitalcommons.colby.edu/thecolbiana/18 This Journal is brought to you for free and open access by the College Archives: Colbiana Collection at Digital Commons @ Colby. It has been accepted for inclusion in The oC lbiana by an authorized administrator of Digital Commons @ Colby. For more information, please contact [email protected]. w The C olbiana Commencement Number 1919 Contents Love and the White Rose, Lucy Teague, '20............................ 3 Fairy Love, Hazel Dyer, '22....................................................... 3 Hot Rolls, Harriett Sweetser, '20................................................. 4 The Lure of the Sea, Mae Greenlaw, '22.................................. 6 The Last Day of April on the Messalonskee, Lucy Teague, '20 6 The Light that Did Not Fail, Gladys Dow, '21....................... 7 Grandmother’s Gown, Emma Moulton, '22................................ 8 To Algernon, Retta Carter, '20..................................................... 10 A Stormy Night, Vina Parent, '22.............................................. 10 The Apple Tree Bough, Retta Carter, '20................................ 10 The Adventurous Twins, Bertha Cobb, '22................................ 12 To a Child, Beatrice Bowler, '19................................................ 13 The Easter Prayer, Margaret Rice, '21.................................... 13 The Way of a Maid, Esther Power, '20................................. 16 The Soul of the Hyacinth, Catharine Bates, '22..................... 18 Editorials ........................................................................................ 20 College N e w s.................................................................................. 20 Y. W. C. A. N o te s.............................*........................................... 21 Alumni N e w s.................................................................................. 22 The Seniors ............................................ •.................. 23 1919 Dictionary.............................................................................. 24 THE COLBIANA Volum e 7 APRIL, 1919 N um ber 3 Love and the White Rose seated on an emerald throne, the tiniest of tiny fairies, Regina, was awaiting Love walked alone thru gardens where her court. Regina wore a robe of the June roses grew, the red, the gold, the finest cobweb lace ever made in spider- white. dom; her hair, black as the night, was A snowy bud with petals folded tight bound with a fillet of dew drops set in a To youthful Love seemed more than blade of grass; her tiny hands held her all most rare. royal scepter, a stamen from the lily. He plucked the rose, sweet fragrance Quickly and noiselessly, the fairies filled the air, grouped themselves around their lovely “I would that you were bloomed before Queen. The crickets, in the meadow, the night, chirped soft music for the revels, and 1 our perfect beauty still is hid from from a pond nearby, a frog gave a bass sight.” solo in subdued tone. Love sighed, then breathed upon the When all were seated, Regina rose, flower fair. and, in her sweet voice, addressed her Unhappy bud, ’neath kiss of Love’s courtiers. warm breath, “Fairies, tonight we must not delay Thou yieldest all too swift to his de­ lor ceremonies, for there is work to be sires, done. In the sick-room yonder,”—-with The petals round thy heart of gold a wave of her scepter, she indicated Jim­ unclose. mie’s room,—“lies our dear Jimmie. Un_ Fair Venus’ son swears fealty unto less we render fairy aid immediately, death. Jimmie will pass to the land of the Im­ 0 fickle Love, how soon he ’gins to tire! mortals. He is too young! He must live Thou’rt cast aside—, Love plucks with us for several summers yet. Has another rose. someone a suggestion?” There was a moment of deep think­ Fairy Lore ing, during which the waving grass In the darkening room, Jimmie teemed to listen anxiously, the passing F.lanchard lay on his cot, struggling in breeze became noiseless, and1 the sound the throes of typhoid fever. Bv his side, of the crickets died away. Then one of his mother and father were sadly watch­ the honeysuckle fairies rose, bowed low, ing, for the doctor had said that the little and said,— soul would soon pass to the angels above. “Most gracious Regina, Queen of the When the bluebell, in the garden be­ hillside Fairies, if we may be allowed to low the sick room, struck the midnight work our charms over the sick boy, I am hour, Luna, peering from behind the tall sure he will recover.” pines across the road, sifted down pale- “Go. It is my wiU that he be given gold moonbeams to wake the fairies. fairy aid, this night,” replied Regina., From the dew-laden honeysuckle, from Thrice Regina struck a nearby lily the velvet folds of the pansy, from the blade. The fairies rose, bowed, and, scarlet-tinged heart of the phlox and with a whirr of shimmery wings, flut­ the teetering cup of the poppy, came tered away to make ready their charms. troop after troop of fairies. All hur­ In a few minutes, unknown to the ried to the sheltered iris-bed, where, watching parents, Regina hovered over 4 THE COLB I AN A the sick child’s brow. The honeysuckle ing summer they should work their way fairies bathed the hot, flushed face in cn a transatlantic steamer and surprise fairy lotion; the pansy elf softly fanned ; Dan’s people with a visit. the phlox gave gracious coolness; and It was soon after they arrived that the poppy bestowed quiet sleep. Soon the affair with the archduke became the fairies forgot their anxiety. Even known; and, in the excitement, think­ the parents noticed a change. Jimmie’s ing that it would not be more than a face became cool, his hands relaxed, and skirmish, they enlisted with the French. refreshing sleep give rest to fever- The parents of Dan’s companion re­ wracked body. cently received a Croix de Guerre but At dawn, Jimmie awoke, with a new Nathan Thompson did not return. In grip on life. While the Gracious Father a critical moment, when all depended was receiving the broken thanks of the upon the agility of one man, Dan and joyful parents, His tired messengers Nathan had stood side by side, Dan had were tucking themselves away in their shrugged his shoulders at the call and own little flower homes. Nathan went. But from this time on Dan Curtis changed. He bore silently the loss of his comrade and worked—some­ Hot Rolls thing that he had never done before. With appearance and a genial nature One almost imagined that the pass­ in his favor, he was soon commissioned erby could feel waves of joy accompany and, although another chance never the sound of laughter and music that came when he had to decide whether came through the windows of the large it was for himself, or others he was colonial house of the Stanfords. Nan respected and admired by his men for Stanford was home from her commence­ his conscientious work and devotion to ment, yes, she had a “sheepskin,” and duty. But the people back home looked wore a Phi Beta Kappa key. And what at Dan in the same way as they had be­ a different home coming than last com­ fore, as carefree and ambitionless. mencement! Tom had returned from “Well you haven’t changed much, war a month before, the shadow, which Nan,” “Nor you either, Dan.” had hidden in his room and other curi­ Somehow the conversation dragged ous places, had fled at his entrance. to-night; in their hearts they both knew His letters were snugly packed with his that they had grown older. He answered citation and warrant and the box tucked her questions about the war but made no in the dark recesses of the library closet. further explanation. At the sight of her It was hard to tell exactly what Mrs. old comrade, one thot quickly chased Stanford mused upon, as she returned another; she recalled the game “Colum­ from the task to gaze into the cheery bus” played on the ice pond, “Columbus” open fire. or the leader being the one who explored Dan Curtis, an old friend of the the most treacherous places, the May family who returned on the “Charles­ baskets and the frantic chase—his first ton” with Stanford, dropped in at eight call and their political discussion. that night to see Tom and, incidentally, “I suppose you have visited the Nan. It was now four years since he Thompsons. They hardly seem like the had seen her. He had entered Technology same family without Nate. How did it the year that she entered college and1, as £•11 happen ?” his father and mother had traveled Dan told the story in an off-hand abroad that year, had snent his vaca­ manner, praising Thompson and omit­ tions, as Dan expressed it, with anyone ting his own name, ending up with, “I’m who would have him. One of these mighty sorry, but if he hadn’t ‘gone friends had suggested that the follow­ west,’ it would have been a case of com- THE C0 LB1 AN A 5 ing back with a hideous scar on one side which was the pride of the equipment, of his face.” they started off. Dan Curtis flushed as he thought of They passed through stretches of cool his parting with Nat, the ball that had green woods, drank from the brooks at left its hideous path and entered the the side of the road that trickled their brain. He had told no one where it had way over moss grown stones. Their life lodged. It was just as well. He was be­ was as carefree as the bright butterflies coming unnerved by this conversation, that lit upon the wild flowers blooming but did Nan suspect it as she gave this in stretches of green, or as the clouds thrust? that floated in the clear sky above.

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