Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1912, Page 40

Description:	and now I am wise, but I have not seen the student forsakennor the diligent quite flunking out.26. The Sphinx muttered, Why is a Junior?27. And I bowed my head and cried, Man was createda little lower than the angels. Shall he not rejoice whenhe knoweth it?28. The Sphinx growled once more: Why a Senior?29. Then fell I flat on my face and I was sorely troubled;30. O Sphinx, live forever! But I am not J. Z. A. Mc-Caughan to say why the barometer falls nor the sun ceasesto shine when it is my desire.31. Then I was borne aloft but I cried in anguish frommy heart,32. Sign this contract and I will trouble you no more.33. So I passed from him as it is written.34. Woe unto you, O Sons and Daughters of B. H. S.35. For thou mayst enter freely but the going out isthe hard thing thereof.36. Agree with thine adverse teacher whilst thou arein the way with him, lest at any time he deliver you untothe principal,37. And verily thou shalt not leave the green carpetuntil thou hast paid up thy very last farthing.38. And the rest of the words of Frank the son of Nickare they not written in the Buggite Scriptures?FRANK LINDSAY, 13.The Tragedy of DidoThe goddess Venus, dreading Junos ire,Because through many perils harsh and direAeneas reached the Carthaginian sand,Sent Cupid, god of love, down to the land.And Cupid, changing both his form and face,Took on the form of lulus youthful grace.And, in the queen of Carthage, soon inspiredSuch love that she was like a city fired;And like the fire that spreads the city oer,Consuming passion through her frame did pour.As Phoebus drove his horses cross the sky,And as Aurora spread her beams on high,In her apartment in the tower above,Queen Dido told her sister of her love.How brave his heart, how noble is his mien!How brave his feats of arms, what wars hes seen!I might have yielded to his love, oh shame;My love is destined in the grave to lieUntil I join Sychaeus there and die.And Anna saw the love which filled her breast,And strove to set her raving heart at rest.She sought and found Aenaes all alone,As she approached she heard him deeply groan,As if he were in some great stress of mind,Oh, why was she, Creusa, left behind?Oh, then this passion would not flood my soul,My troubled soul is like the waves that roll.My duty to my gods is very clear,But must I leave the one to me most dear?The founding of the Roman race by me,Page Forty
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