DEATH OF A FORMER STUDENT. George R. Johnson, oldest son of Hon. J. C. Johnson, died at his father’s residence, Friday morning, October io, aged 22 years, after a brief illness. The death of this promising young man is particularly sad, and our citizens not only ex tend their warmest sympathy to the afflicted family, but they keenly feel the loss. Deceased was unusually bright and possessed abilities of a high order, and we were all proud of him, know ing he would m'ake his mark high up, and his brilliant and useful manhood would reflect great honor on his birthplace. Hewaseminently good, his manly qualities making him a favorite in all circles of his acquaintance. The funeral last Sunday was largely attended by our citizens generally, and large delegations from abroad. The fire department, of which de ceased was a member, turned out in a body with the Emporium Band. The funeral services were conducted by Revs. Denison, Rue and Davies.— Cameron county Press, Oct. 6, 1890. CONTINUE THE PRESSURE. Together wo sat, my darling and I, Our hearts In sweet unison heating; ■ Ab fondly we looked the love that Is felt, While in kisses our lips were oft mooting. As my arm stole around her neat little form, Her bright little oyos were sparkling with pleasure; And slio whispered to mo In sweetest of tones. l, My darling Continue tho Pressure.” There are many bright days In tho course of a yoar, From Now Years to tho last of Dooombor; But the brightest to mo is Thanksgiving Day, For It I have muoli to remember. And why have 1 not 7 for the bliss that was mine On that day I never can measure 1 For closer slio clung at every oaross And let mo Contlnuo the Pressuro. Ob, swift are tho wings of Old Father Tlino, To lovors absorbed in their wooing, So sweet are the things that by them are done, That no ono could wish their undoing. Of all tho evonts that make up my life, There is one I shall carefully treasure; THE FREE LANCE. When tightly I hold her looked in my arms, And was told to Continue tho Pressuro. There is much in one’s life to make him fool sad, And often of living lie’s weary; Too few are the days that are sunny and bright, Too many aro tho olieorloss and dreary. Exacting and hard is often one’s lot, And rare are his moments of loisuro; But who would not labor as labors tho slave, Fora oliance to Continue the Prossuro. The lapsing of years must make mo infirm, And the hair which now crowns mo will whiten; But I leap in my youth to And me a mute, A companion my pathway to lighten. ’Tls tho dream of iny life that wo may bo Joined, By a bond that nono can e’er sover; When I as a husband and she as my wife, May Contlnuo the Pressure forever. By a Former Student of P. S. C. Atherton, before playing a class foot ball game: “Shall we have any signs?’’ “Judy,” “Certainly. We want to play a sign tific game.” Taylor is doing a humming bussiness just now. He sings constantly while at his drafting table. What made Dagon blush when Mr. Sayford spoke of fire escapes ? Although you don’t hear much from the Halo gens this year, they are there just the same. Hamilton (since his promotion to Captain)— “I’ve shouldered arms for three years and now ‘be gad’ I’ll shoulder blade.” The Lance went to press just too late to pub lish a detailed account of the foot-ball game which was played on our grounds on Saturday, November 15th. Our opponents were the P. R. R. eleven of Altoona, composed of old college players. The game was rather uninteresting, owing to its one-sidedness, and but thirty minute halves were played. The score resisting: P. S. C. 68, Altoona o, LOCALS. Nelson M. Loyd, alias Anthony. Wellie W. Bohn, alias Brackett
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