isa-normaladvance-1903-00026

Description:	26THE NORMAL ADVANCE.on a certain page was a caricature of her teacherwhich she had drawn one day in a fit of resentment over some fancied wrong. She hoped,most of all, that Miss Lillian would not see thediary.Nellie dreaded to go to school the next day butwas reassured, for the time, when the girls greetedher with a happy shout instead of with the coldness which she expected. Nellie was very kindthat day. Not one word of sarcasm escaped herlips..But in the afternoon her friends manner hadchanged. When she joined the little group ofgirls who made up her own special crowd theystopped their conversation abruptly and glancedat one another in an embarrassing way. Two ofthe girls walked away together and whispered.In school a note was passed to all the girls buther and knowing glances were cast in her direction by each one who read it. After school all ofher friends went down town together withoutasking her to go along.Nellie was in despair. When she reachedhome she went to her own room and cried. Ifshe could only have told her mother it wouldhave been a great relief, but this she did not careto do, for her mother had often told her that herhabit of making unjust remarks would at sometime, make her unhappy. Nellie realized thisfully now. She refused to eat any supper andbefore dark was fast asleep.She was aroused by a chorus of voices rightunder her window, some singing, some callingher name. Scarcely awake, she hurried downstairs and threw open the front door.A gay troop of boys and girls marched in, delighted at their complete success in surprisingNellie. The little hostess soon recovered herself-possession and helped her friends to disposeof their wraps. A hat-pin fell and rolled underthe hall tree. Nellie stooped to get it and noneof her guests knew why she gave a happy littlecry as she drew out from its hiding place anordinary little note book and patted it fondlyagain and again.Laura Blackburn.A TALE OF WOE.Shaft I sing you a song of the beanery gongAnd the horribfe food that will not make us strong ?Shall I tell you a tale of the boarders so paleWho on liver and hominy live ?No, the story is old. It has often been tbldBy students whose stomachs so empty rolled And thisis no fable—to walk from the, tableAfter eating a meal they scarce are abfe.Ill telf you its rough to eat beef that is tough,And find the plate empty ere you have enough.Fried potatoes! Welf, yes, we have them, I guess About every meal they give us a mess.They are about half fried, on the top only dried,A dog on such diet would quickly have died.Sunday evenings we get the worst falf yet,Just toothpicks and water before us is set.But Ill wind my tale, that is already staleBy hoping that you, my friends, will not fail,In your homes far away, for we students to prayThat we get better grub without any delay.For I very much fear thus the time is quite nearWhen our bodies shall silently rest in the bier,And our neighbors will sigh, as they repass us by, Hes gone to a land where they sometimes have pie.Tilme Long 05.
Source:	http://indstate.contentdm.oclc.org/cdm/ref/collection/isuarchive/id/33759
Collection:	Indiana State University Archives

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