Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1909, Page 45

Description:	Miss S.: -When you have had a kind good friendTo share your toils with you,Do you forget to be his friend,Lest he become untrue.True friendship is the tie that binds,And it will leave us never.Good fellows in a bunch you findJust like the pleasant weather.Someday, some place, a time will comeYour faults will find you out,Your cruel heart will strike you dumb,And on your soul will flout.(Music Ends)Miss S.:-Why look you so pale?1st Owl:-Had I a mirror, I would better inform thee.Miss S.:-Thy consciences mirror is at hand.1st Owl:-The wrong side is toward me. Mayhap,You can see int.Miss S.:-You looked as you had killed a thousand people.1st Owl:-We must pull ourselves together. (Aside) We are amiss.3rd Owl:-My word ont.Mr. S.:-Come to the feast! All is ready.(They pass to adjoining room)Mr. Ram.:--Grace our presence. Be seated!All:-Never was life more merry.Mr. Ram.:-If you have credits enough be seated.(Ghost of 2nd Owl appears andsits in chair of 1st Owl.)1st Owl:-The tables full.Mr. Ram.:-Here is a place for you.1st Owl:--See! he stares at me, his eyes are glassyStunning and stinging in their purpose.What life is this that we must liveAnd die a cowardly death?It is his ghost; I thought him dead,Our class mate, who hath disappeared.I killed him some three months ago,For fear he would tell ‘twas IWho killed the janitor.(Ghost Smiles)Thus Fate hath planned my crooked path.(Bell rings)And I have followed to the scratch.For I have promised one so dear,And now that I must leave her here!Miss S.:-Our marriage!!1st Owl:-What fools men are to believe themselves;To seek renown is but to die,And bravery is a hellish thing.What is to be, must be, I trow.Theres yet another in my path,That too hath jumped this precipice.(A Bell Sounds)Alas! I hear the sounding knell,That summons me to darkest Hell!(Stabs Himself)3rd Owl:-Alack! Some mischief is afoot.We are translated.‘Tis “Measure For Measure.”(Falls Over Dead)Miss S.:-‘Tis he! ‘Tis gone our wedding day!“Loves Labor Lost.”(Dies)Mr. Ram.:-What strange language speaks thus?Is it on us?(Trembling,-Dies)All:-Nune Aut Numquam-Numquam-Num-Purple-Old Gold-Numquam-Num!!!(Seniors all fall over dead, two and three at time.)….(Soft Music)Ghost: -‘Tis Much Ado About Something.(Ghost walks through dead bodies, smiling. StepsSteps and stands on bodies of Owl One and Three)(Lightning)And ne’er was this tale of greater stressThan Seniors of old B.H.S.!!(Exeunt)HARRY BOTTS, ‘0945
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