isa-normaladvance-1903-00127

Description:	THE NORMAL ADVANCE.127Oh, I do not wish a reward. It is only atrifle, I am sure.A trifle, Madam, you are jesting. Come, nameyour reward and if it can be procured, you shallhave it.I wish nothing at all.Have you no use for money ?No.Well this is strange, said Jack in a tone ofsurprise. Let me see. Suppose you permit meto give you an air-ship so that you may throw asideyour broom and travel in comfort.0 mercy, no. I could not manage it, and Idont want it anyway.Then let me order you a new dress and bonnet.You will pardon me, but it strikes me that thoseare very old-fashioned, Jack persisted.But I am old-fashioned, too, and these justsuit me.But would you not like a bright new carpet-sweeper in the place of that old broom ?0 dear, no!Well at any rate, let me get you a new broom.That one is badly worn.I have used that broom for more than two centuries, young man, and I would not give it for allthe new brooms in Christendom.Is there nothing at all that I can do for you ?Yes.What is it, exclaimed Jack eagerly.Promise me that you will give up those senseless summer flirtations.I promise.A rustle of skirts, a merry Good night, andhis strange visitor was gone. Jack sprang to thedoor and heard her laugh as she sailed on towardSalem with the speed of the wind. He turnedagain toward where the old woman had been sitting and his glance fell upon the locket, his Christmas gift to Helen. Placing it carefully in hispocket, he stepped out upon the deck and, with thelight of recovered hope in his eyes, looked eagerlytoward the rapidly nearing lights of Boston.FRESHMEN CLASS SONG.I.With strong heart and determined will,And courage, too, Ill say,Well play the Freshmen for a while,And then speed on our way For Sophomores well also be,Then Juniors brave and true,The Senior class shall claim us last,And well anon be through.CHOKUS:The Freshmen class of nineteen-two,The class thats ever free The class that ever shall be true,Is just the class for me The class whose purpose is for good,Whose future is so bright,Is just the class we ever shouldSing for with all our might.II.Then out into the world well go,To play with skill lifes game,Our crafts afloat upon the deep,Shall ever brave the main,And should the storms rage fierce and wild,Our courage will not fail,For when the clouds have floated by,Bright sun-shine will prevail.III.And in our reveries well dream,Dream of the grand old yore,When at the I. S. N. we learned,Those lessons full of lore For all through life theyll be our stay,Our guide, our constant strength,And by the aid theyll render us,Well reach the goal at length.IV.And when we have grown old in years,This tribute we shall pay:Long live the old State Normal School,That has so long held sway:Long live thy name with ebbing years,For we shall call it great,And praise be yours, forever yours,Who turned the tide of fate.W. L. Hanna.
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Collection:	Indiana State University Archives

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