Weekly Chemawa American. (Chemawa, Or.) 189?-198?, October 23, 1908, Page 8, Image 8

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THE CHEMAYV A AMERICAN
Left-Over Items
Mary Johnson is making herself a
nice new suit. S. B.
George Williams returned to Chema
wa Monday. F. C.
We have lots of new boys and girls
at school now. J. G,
We are all glad to see so many pupils
come to Chemawa. A. E.
Josephine Harris is working in, the
sewing room this month. D. L.
John Steel is fireman at the school
building and he likes his work.
As an addition to the band we have
Joe Purns as our bass player. J. S.
Mr. Swartz went to Grande Ronde
after some freight for the school. M,
A, .
. Bessie Clark was very glad to see some
of her folks from Oregon City, Tuesday.
M. M. ' '
Arthur Steel works on the office
detail and says he likes his work very
well, E. T
Vernie Cliff is now working in the
laundry and is much pleased with her
instructors.
Arthur Van Pelt is now. in the tailor
shop. The tailors are making school
suits for some of the boys. B. B, C,
New Pupils are arriving daily at Che
mawa, making the average number
of pupils larger than ever, before.- L.'H.
Mrs. Theifrz ai:d her. house girls will
be busy this week preparing the flower
gardens around McBride Hall before
the damp weather comes.
I came to the hemavva Indian
School Sept. 21, 1908. I'm very much
pleased with the school. Vn in the
peypnth grade, L. L. .
a half century of rhyme.
(Written during a 50-mile walk on the
rhymester's fiftieth birthday.)
From the South Bend News.
'Tis the dawn of my birthday; I'm fifty this
morning;
And here goes for a jaunt in the open,
all day!
What's that? " 'Tis imprudent, I ought to
take warning.
I'm getting too old for long walks'.' did
you say? .
Well, the leaf of my life is not yet sere and
yellow; ,
My joints are still supple, my whithers
unwrung;
If "a man's just as old as he feels," my dear
fellow,
I'd have you .take notice I'm fifty years
young,
Tis high noon on my birthday; my jaunt
is half over
Yes, twenty-five miles is a fair forenoon's
tramp;
But the twitter of the birds and the scent
of the clover
Are deliciously potent one's zest to
revamp. .
'Tis high noon in iry life, too fit time for
professing .
To heaven deep thanks for not power or
wealth
But the love cf true friends and that
paramount blessing,
Earth's uttermost boon, the perfection of
health.
. Sinks the sun on my birihday; my outiner is
finished,
I have told off in miles ray five decades
of years, .
Rather tired? Of course, but with verve
undiminished,
And this hint to the oldest of forty .who
jeers.
Would you taste lifes true joy? Just be
cheerful and thrifty.
Let syfetem apportion your work and your
: piav.
Don't wnrrv, eat -lightly, walk much wl
at fifty
. You may tramp witlvdeligh. fifty miles in
n day.
Arthur Burrjr O'Nci)), C. S. (