This text is from a book submitted by "The Blakes"
(Cover)
Souvenir 1911
Though lost to sight to memory dear
Thou ever wilt remain
One only hope my heart can cheer
The hope to meet again
(Page1)
My Dear Pupil:
This booklet small. Artistic. Neat
To you a gift I make.
And hope for you "Twill be a treat"
In which we both partake
And oft as on its leaves you look.
You'll think of me, I know
And all the care and time I took
To help you upward go
And when your name therein I read
I'll fondly think of you.
And wish success may be your meed
In all you strive to do.
And now farewell, my dear young friend.
We separate to day;
May God your footsteps watch and tend.
And guide you in life's way.
Sincerely, Your Teacher.
(Page 3)
Lum Hollow
Public School
Independent District
Woodbury Co., Iowa.
Emma Chrestensen, Teacher
School Board
Chas. Chilton George Kelsey
Monroe Yockey
Pupils
Cecile Chilton Ruth Weber
Charles Kelsey Gertrude Weber
Bruce Kelsey Elise Weber
Mable Kelsey Mildred Yockey
Alfred Weber Berniece Moose
Josie Kelsey Hazel Chilton
Lizzie Weber Herman Snyder
Elmer Moose
(Page 4)
Life is what we make it.
Lets oftener talk of noble deeds,
And rarer of the bad ones.
And sing about our happy days.
And not about the sad ones.
We were not made to fret and sigh
And when grief sleeps to wake it
Bright happiness is standing by
This life is what we make it.
Lets find the sunny side of men
Or be believers in it.
A light there is in any soul.
That takes the pain to win it.
Oh! there's a slumbering good in all.
And we perchance may wake it.
Our hands contain the magic wand.
This life is what we make it.
Then here's to those whose loving hearts
Shed light and joy about them !
Thanks be to them for countless gems
We neer had known without them
Oh! this should be a happy world
To all who may partake it.
The faults our own if it is not -
This life is what we make it.
(Page 5)
Education
If we work upon marble
it will perish
if we work upon brass
time will efface it.
if we rear temples
they will crumble into dust
but if we work upon immortal minds
if we imbue them with principles.
with a just fear of God.
and love of our fellow men
we engrave on these tablets
something which will brighten
to all eternity
Webster
(Page 6)
A traveler through a dusty road
Strewed acorns on the lea.
And one took root, and sprouted up
And grew into a tree.
Love sought its shade at evening time.
To breathe its early vows
And age was pleased, at heat of noon.
To bask beneath its boughs
The dormouse loved its dangling twigs.
The birds sweet music bore
It stood a glory in its place
A blessing evermore
(Page 7)
Light
The night has a thousand eyes.
And the day but one.
Yet the light of the bright world dies
With the setting sun
The mind has a thousand eyes
And the heart but one
Yet the light of a whole life dies.
When love is done
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