The Gavelyte, June 1906

The Gavelyte. VOL. 1. JUNE, 1906. NO. 6. ECHOES OF SCHOOL DAYS. RY ~ARA M'GOWN. Weary of the rares commonly known to all of those who are weighed ilown with the responsibilities of life, I stroll into my boudoir and with a a eareless, listless touch, my fingers. idly stray o'er the strings of my guitar, a dear, dear lifelong friend, a.nd as it whispers its divine content in many a sweet, enchanting air, I feel the chords vibrating with the echoes of other days, and in the ebullition of my soul, th(' curtain half drops o'er vision's window and the ghosts and shades of these same days pass beforP me in review, some in joyous troops, while others still their silent; ceaseless watch do keep, It is no dream, but a real drama, in which the .vorld is a stag;P and I am an actor, and with the close of school days, the curtain fall s on scenr No. 1, where the plot is laid anrl each succeeding act will back– warrl reach for !ife and harmony of the whore play. As to what effect -thrse days of hooks and teachers will ha,·e on after life, depends largely on the subject. There have been and now are those-who merely turn the leavPs to gaze on pictured pages and never feel the ecstacy of delight in storing up the rare and priceless seeds of thought and learning in the store house of the brain the Alembic, where truth is left from falsehood's stagnant vapors. But in all wheat there is some cheat, yet, in the main, the immortal germs within tlw brain of man asserts its growth, when kissed to lifP hy a primeval forc:P. "Thr wizr.ard of th8 win•'' might, hnvr i,:lept, the rlormant slPPp, while