The Free lance. (State College, Pa.) 1887-1904, January 01, 1896, Image 2
HE FREE LANC Published Monthly during Ihe College Year by Me Students The Pennsylvania Seale College. There comes a day, The flood tide of the year, A perfect day it is from sun to sun; It comes perchance in May, in joyous June, In Summer's prime, in Autumn's golden dream, But every year has one sweet, perfect day. There comes a year, .‘ The flood year of our life, A golden year whose every day is bright; In childhood it may come, with youth and love, Or yet amid the golden dreams of age, But every life has one sweet, perfect year. O happy one Who in this golden year Has reached the morn of this one golden day, Ivor when its night has come life's joys are full, The tide has turned, the ebb sets out to sea; The rest is but the waking from a dream. A FOOTBALL, VICTORY. Well, here I am, after all, getting ready for that hor ce I I wonder why I consented to go. Ido think dan I a bore, and people at 'one bf 'these swell functions e themselves ridiculous." The speaker gave her shapely head such a toss that th o was fixing her hair gave a cry of dismay, Oh, Miss Elizabeth, I was almost through, and now I it all over again." Forgive me, Anne," said her mistress, penitently, " I elf, I'll sit quiet now until you are through." JANUARY, 1896. PLOOD TIDE —Fred. Lewis