PS 647 .S4M5 m '^ .^^': O K O ^^' '^ V* Ai- ^^^ .4 q>. ->;^ .1^ ^o A,^ --.^ " o « o ' \^ A •^^ V' ' A ^'S^'' .0 '^ ^■-!^.^^^ ^^-r^?^*/ V-^^-/ ^^^^<-/ '^^ ^° '■<;', 0- ^ t '0^ A O. >A>inAMf A/\>viAMf /UyLf-t^, THE IRVING SKETCH BOOK REGULAR CLASS WORK OF THE CHILDREN OF THE IRVING SCHOOL MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA DECEMBER, 1915 CopyrighleJ 1915, b)- MARY STEADMAN HOWE Principal of Irving School ©C1.A420409 ^ 17 I91S DEDICATION TO THOSE whose interests are forever cen- tered upon us and our welfare, — to our Moth- ers, — we dedicate this book, as a small token of our undying love. PREFACE Gladys Anderson VIII A N WRITING this book wc have not endeavored I to give a graphic history of the Irving School. The work here reproduced consists of writings se- lected at random from the various grades, and in- cludes short stories, poems, descriptions and other compositions. The mission of the book is to illustrate the work done in language in the different classes, ranging from the lowest to the highest grades inclusive, all selections being original. We hope this book may not only prove interest- ing, but that it will convey the impression to the readers that our humble eftorts have been sincere. We wish to express our grateful thanks to Miss Catherine Bryce for her friendly help and valuable suggestions which have made this book possible. Acknowledgements are here cheerfully made to Newson and Company, who have permitted the use of the pictures from the Aldine Language Books. Page Nine HOW OUR SCHOOL AND BOOK WERE NAMED Emeline Gale VHI A /^UR beautiful school could not have been g^ven ^"^ a better name than that of Irving, for was he not a famous American, who wrote famous stories for American boys and girls to read? Best known of all his works is the "Sketch Book," with its quaint dreamy folk and alluring scenes. We have read with delight, yes, with awe, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" and "Rip Van Winkle," laughing at Ichabod and secretly sympa- thizing viith Rip. This book has been the source of inspiration for many a composition, whether de- scription or tale. So, as our fathers saw fit to perpetuate the name of Washington Irving in the public schools through- out the land, we hope it will not be presuming on our part, to name our first modest book after his famous "Sketch Book." Should Washington Irving awaken from his peaceful sleep, like his most famous character, Rip A^an Winkle, we think he would be happy to know that in far away Minneapolis there is an Irving School and, what is more, there is an "Irving Sketch Book." Page Twelve IRVING SCHOOL Marian Morris VIII B I is for ideal and Irving's that kind, For not much in our school that's not rig-ht you'll find ; 1^ is for recklessness of which we have none, We never are rough but we always have fun ; \7 is for vacation, merry and long, But it sometimes seems strange not to hear the school gong; T is for Irving, which is ideal, I've said, With teachers — so kind we have nothing to dread ; T^T" is for neatness, which we try to show In our own schoolroom and wherever we go ; /^^ is for games and we have quite a few, ^^^ Come join us in baseball, for our team needs you. Page Thirteen WHISTLER'S MOTHER Page Fourteen WHISTLER'S MOTHER Leonard Diegre ' VIII A i^TITHISTLER'S MOTHER!" What a train ^ ^ of memories those words recall ! In imagination, one can see her sitting- in that plain room which is lit up now as the sinking rays of the cold December sun come filtering through the frosty window panes. Time has not spared her, as her seamed and wrinkled face plainly shows. Its mark also appears in her faded blue eyes which in youth were spark- ling and vivacious, I dare say. And her hair, par- tially covered by a snow-white kerchief, has a silvery-gray tint which blends to a certain extent with the background. She wears a simple black silk gown with an easy grace becoming to one so advanced in years. Her hands are resting in her lap, folded tightly over her handkerchief. She seems resting, at peace with the world, and submerged in the deepest soliloquy and meditation. There is a look upon the aged pilgrim's face as though the Gates of Heaven were very near and she were entering upon the last great stage in the journey of life. The picture makes a universal appeal because it embodies a type which may be found in many a home to-day, as the old mother or grandmother sits in the rocking-chair dreaming over the days gone by. In fact, James Whistler's portrait of his mother is famous the world over as the symbol of the lov- ing mother of to-day. Page Fifteen TO MY MOTHER Archie Stark VIII A WHAT is your mother to you? Is she not your best friend and constant companion all through your childhood? When you are sick or in trouble she always devotes her precious moments to you. My mother's hair is turning gray, but her eyes still contain that bright flame of childhood. As she toils in the kitchen preparing food for us to eat, she is always smiling, or singing some hymn which she learned in her childhood days. When I grow up I can say, as many men have said, ''All tliat I am, I owe to my mother." And when she is old or has passed away, she will always occui)v the first place in my heart. MOTHER George Monahan VIII A ^ I ^HE word ''Mother" contains a wealth of love -*- and tenderness. Whenever we hear it spoken. we think of the suffering our mothers have endured to bring us up from the time of our birth until we are able to take care of ourselves. Year after year Mother toils on, like a willing slave, rejoicing in our triumphs and happiness and mourning over our de- feats and sorrows. To her we unfold our secrets and troubles. It is to her we go for advice and consola- tion. If you are asked a question by an old woman, be respectful, and assist her as you would want some- body to assist your mother. Remember that she is "Somebody's Mother." Pag« Sbiteen THE IRVING SCHOOL Florence Roers VIII A THE Irving, one of the most beautiful schools of Minneapolis, was founded in 1882. It was named for Washington Irving, a famous. American author. Three teachers composed the faculty of the original school and the pupils enrolled numbered two hundred thirty-eight. In 1883, the building burned, but it was rebuilt the following year at a cost of twenty thousand dollars. Eight rooms were added in 1900, and since that date, two additions have been built. In 1915, thirty-three years after the erection of the original building, the Irving is credited with being one of the finest schools in the Northwest. It now contains twenty-two class-rooms, besides a large gymnasium, auditorium, manual training, domestic science and domestic art departments. A kindergarten is also one of the most interest- ing features of the school. The school is noted for its many beautiful pic- tures, some bought by the graduating classes and others with money earned by the pupils. Last, but not least, we have our teachers, twenty- five in number, ably assisted and supervised by Miss Mary S. Howe, our principal. To her is due much gratitude for her willing work in bringing the Irv- ing up to its present standard of honor and effi- ciency. Page Seventeen STORIES LIFE SAVERS Afargarel P.. Huf^-hes V A I. SAVING THE PUPPY'S LIFE EDDY'S mother was not well, so they were staying at a summer resort near a big, dark lake. One day when Teddy was playing b}' the water, he saw a man coming down to the shore, carrying in his arms a mite of a dog. It was so cunning and fat. Ted ran to the man and cried, ■'Oh, such a dear puppy ! \^' hat are you going to do with it?" "I am going to drown it," replied the man. "Oh, please don't," begged Teddy. "Tf you'll give him to me, 1 will take such good care of him ! 1 will give him a nice, soft bed to lie upon, right behind the stove, and he shall have the best meals \ve can give him." "Are you sure of that?" asked the man, smiling. "Oh, very sure," said Ted, '"because mother and father like dogs, and besides, I can have such a good time with him after he grows up." "You might as Avell have him," said the man, handing the puppy to Ted as he \\alked away. II. PLAYMATES XD it was all true! Dand\', which was the dog's name, had the best of food, the best of beds, and the finest of times with Ted. Page X'ineteen III. SAVING THE BOY'S LIFE ONE day wlicn Teddy and Dandy were out row- ing, Dandy had a flea bite, and in scratching- it, capsized the boat. Ted called and called, but no one came. Pie went down, came up again and was about to sink once more when he felt a grasp on his collar. It was Dandy, he was sure. Soon he was being- tugged to shore. Dandy l)arked and barked, till help came. When help did come, it was the man who had given Dandy to Ted, but poor Ted was unconscious and did not recognize him. The man worked very hard to revive the boy. Slowly Ted opened his eyes and soon recognized Dandy's old master. "Well, my boy," said the man soberly, '"that was a pretty narrow escape." He patted the dog's head, and said, "Good old Dandy, you have saved your master's life, as he once saved vours." A GOOD BOY Irene Harthill II A /^NCE upon a time there lived a little boy named ^^-^ Tommy. He was a good little boy. He did just as his mother told him. One day his mother said, "Tommy, I want you to go to the store for me and I want you to get some bread." So Tommy ran to the store as fast as he could go. When he came back his mother gave him a penny and said. "This is for a good little boy." Page Twenty MY FIRST JOURNEY Albert Lampmau VII B MY FIRvST journe}- was taken when I came from Milwattkee to Minneapolis. I was three montlis old. We took a night train and had to change cars at La Crosse. Wisconsin. As it was a very disagreeable night, none of the passengers went to sleep, but as I was a baby I went to sleep and slept until it was time to change trains. At the junction my mother awakened me, but I became so frightened at the lightning that I began to cry. M}- mother tried to comfort me but I would not be comforted, so my grandmother took me and walked up and down the aisle with me until I stopped crying. xAfterwards one of the men said. "It takes the grandmothers to quiet the youngsters." My mother answered. "Well, you can't expect any better, for he slept most of the way." I had started the journey on the second train with a sour face, but ended with a smiling one, not be- cause I had reached Minneapolis, but because of a bottle of milk. Although this was not my most in- teresting journey, it was my A-ery first. A STARRY NIGHT Greta Carlson VII A '' I ^HE sky is dark. The stars are peering out of -*- the fleecy clouds. A full moon shines its bright- est to make the world look beautiful. The wind is blowing gently, and the leaves of the trees are quiver- ing. The ground is laden with snow that glistens like diamonds. Page Twenty-one ig THE BIRTHDAY PARTY Mildred Norman III B ONE summer day (irace had a Ijirthday party. Her cousins were there. They had such a good time. They played Cat and Rat, Hide-and- Go-Seek, and other games. As they were playing, the grind-organ man passed by. The children ran to the window. They were just in time to see the monkey do his last trick. Then the monkey held out his cap for mone}'. Each child dropped in a penny. The children watched the monkey until he was out of sight. Then they Avent hack and finished tlieir game. THE LITTLE BEAR Grace Newberg HI B ONCE upon a time there was a little bear. His name was Teddy. Teddy was a naughty little fellow. He went away from his mother and she had told him not to go away. But he never did care for what she said. So he got up one morning ^-ery earl}-, and started off. He went through the w'oods and soon he had gone so far that he did not know^ which way to go. He wished tliat he had not gone a wax' from his mother. He tried ever}- wa}', Init it was impcxssible for him to hnd the little house in which he li\-ed. But soon his mother found him, and they lived happilv ever after. Page T>,vetity-l1iree ALICE'S DREAM Irene Allen VII A A L'TKR supper Alice was so tired that she did ^ ^ not want to study so she lay down on the lloor with her picture book. Suddenly she heard a squeak and looking up, saw a little gray mouse. "Dear Alice,"' the mouse began, rather sadly, '"why do you keep that black cat around and set those traps? 1 am not afraid for myself but for my two little sons. You have such a big house and so much food that it would not matter if we took a little." "We do not want you to make holes in our walls and nibble at our food and run over it," she an- swered rather crossly. "You do not realize what pests you mice are." "Will you come rmd \isit our little family?" asked the mouse. Alice consented but did not see how she was to g-et into the mouse's home. When they reached the hole, the mouse spoke a magic word and as quick as a flash Alice became as small as the little creature himself. As she crept through the tiny opening she saw such a pleasant family. But what was the matter with the smallest mouse? He had a bandage on his tail. "See what your traps have done to my little son," said the mouse, as he noticed Alice was looking at it. "Oh, dear!" said Alice, after she had found her voice, "I must see about those traps at once." After she had crept out of the hole and was re- stored to her natural size, she went into the pantry. Page Twenty-four Seeing a trap she threw it away at once, when — ouch — what was that? She opened her eyes to find she had been walking in her sleep, and in throwing the trap awa}-, had caught her finger in it. "My, what a strange dream !" she thought. "It lias made me think, however, and now I will destroy the traps. Oh, dear! I suppose I shall have to give Tabby away, too." WINTER Muriel Gilliam V A OLD winter's a season of cold winds and snow, When robins and bluebirds to the southland must go ; The snowbird and sparrow stay all the year round, And hungrily search every bare bush and ground. Old winter's a season of fun and great sport, Of boys throwing snow-balls around the big fort; With skates and with sleds to the sports we will go, And shouting come back all covered with snoAv. Old winter's a season of cold winds and sleet, The wind makes the limbs on the old oak creak ; The squirrel so warm in his nest of dry leaves. Is feasting on acorns and living in ease. Page Twenty-five THE STORM Agda Lidnian VII B ONF'^ (lay Alice, Roy, Gertrude. Donald and their dog, Rover, went out to pick flowers. When they reached the woods, Alice said, "Let's eat our lunch now." After they were through lunching they went far- ther and farther into the woods. All at once it be- gan to grow dark. Then a lig-ht flashed and thunder followed. "Look! there's a storm coming!" cried Roy. "Run !" exclaimed Alice. They were too far in the forest to know which way to go, so they whistled for their dog. He ran on ahead of them toward the house. When he came to low shrubs and bushes he jumped over them. The children had a hard time following him. At last, when they were in sight of their home they could see their mother watching for them through the door. Just as they reached the porch the rain began pouring down in torrents. They said to the dog, "Rover, you are a dear dog for saving us from a drenching." Class Exercise III B N ()\V the wind begins to blow. Tossing the branches to and fro. Now the wind begins to blow, The little leaves all dancing go. Now the wind begins to blow. The fields are covered with drifting snow. Page Twenty-six KUHN AND THE RABBITS Mildred Walker V A ONCE upon a time there was a dwarf named Kuhn. He was two feet tall, not very fat and not very slim. He loved the animals so well that they always came to him when they were in trouble. One day Kuhn went out of his hut and walked in the woods. Along hopped a rabbit that looked sadly distressed. "What is the matter, Mr. Bunny?" asked Kuhn. "Oh 1" said Bunny, hopping- around and facing the dwarf, "is it yon? Come, I will show you what is the matter." So they set off, plodding through snow drifts, falling down and bumping into snow-covered stumps. Pretty soon they came upon a rabbit lying in the snow and trying to free his foot that wa§ caught in a trap. "Now 3^ou see what is the matter," said the rabbit sorrowfully. "Yes, I see," replied the dwarf kindly and he set to work to get the trap from the rabbit's leg. "No use," said the dwarf, getting up, "unless I carry him home." So he picked up the rabbit and the trap and started home. There he laid the wounded animal on a bed of moss that was by the fireplace. He set to work to get the trap off. yVfter a time, he re-i leased the rabbit, but the leg still bled. He put some herbs on the wound and soon the poor tired creature was resting easily. He turned to the other rabbit and asked. "Are you very hungry?" Page Twenty-seven "Yes," replied the rabbit, 'I am." Kuhn prepared a bowl of milk tlavored with spices and gave some to each of them. The rabbits were thankful and they felt happy that they had such a kind neighbor as the dwarf. W^hen winter came, Kuhn received nuts from the rabbits and in return gave them milk e^^ery morn- ing. As the days grew colder, Kuhn gathered fuel and then worked very hard making the birds, mice and baby bunnies happ}-. A STORY OF GREEN WORMS Catherine Williams Vll B NE day I was walkiiig b}' a hedge of lilac bushes and J came across two big green worms. I brought them to the school building and left them in a box by the window for a time to see what they'd do. I'^inally, cocoons formed around them and they were quiet all winter long. In spring when the days grew warm, these Avorms began to open one end of each cocoon. When they came out they were beautiful moths, but they lived only four days, laid their eggs, and died. I could hardly imagine such beautiful moths being in any way connected with such ugly and big green worms. Pagre Twenty-eiglit THE FRENCH DOLL'S ADVENTURE Lucille DriscoU VI B OH, DEAR," sighed the French doll. "I had such a terrible adventure last night." "Please tell me about it," pleaded the Teddy Bear. "I always like your wondrous adventures.' "Yes, I will tell you. Let us go over in yonder corner where no one will hear us," said Dorothy, for that was the French doll's name. "Last night when all the people in the house were asleep, a huge giant came jumping and tumbling- into the room. His legs were so short that they could scarcely support his body. He was the most awkward monster I ever saw! I was just going- over to see the wooden doll and show her my new dress. The huge monster came running after me. Then the wooden doll held up her wooden arms in terror. She tried to shout but the shout seemed to stick in her throat. She ran to the soldiers for help. When she reached them they were already loading their guns, for their brave captain had ordered them to be ready to fight. I never in my life saw such gallant and brave soldiers as they were. They marched rapidly toward the monster. "The captain shouted, 'Fire!' But just then some- one called, 'Fido ! Fido 1' The monster ran out just as awkwardly as he had come in. You may believe that we all drew a breath of relief when he had gone." Pnge Twcnty-riiJie THE CROW THAT WAS TAMED AT LAST Floyd Peterson III B ONE day, two hunters went out to hunt. One of them caught a crow. He was not at all tame, so he tried to fly away. But at last they got him home in safety. They tried to tame him, but it was hard work. They made a little house for him, with two windows on each side, and they filled it with straw. Because there were some nails sticking- out, they had a screen all around this house, so that he could go out into the open air a little while each day. He at last was tamed, and never flew away from this place again. THE FOOTBALL GAME John Flow VH A A FOOTBALL contest was to be held Thanksgiv- •^ ^ ing day between the two teams of a village. As the boys of one team were going home from practice, the captain said, "Don't eat too much turkey to-morrow or you won't be able to hold your ground." The other captain, who was very fond of eating, said, "Boys, eat as much turkey as you can so you will be ready for them.'' When the afternoon came the boys of both teams ^^■ere ver}^ frisky. Both sides played well, l)Ut when the game was over, the team whose captain advised his boys not to eat too much had won the contest. Turning to the boys, the captain said, "Eat as much turkey as you want now." Page Thirty FAIRY STORIES MY WONDERFUL TRIP Jean Nicholson V B ONE dark, rainy afternoon 1 was sitting by the window. Suddenly my fairy godmother came to me and everything became light. "Why are you so lonely?" she asked. "What would you like to do?" I answered, "Oh, I would like to take a trip to some wonderful land !" "I will let you go but you must be careful." "Oh ! I will be so careful," I replied, as I iQoked up. "Oh! where am I, godmother?" I cried. But she had vanished and I was at the seashore. A whale appeared before me and I was very much frightened, but he said, "Jump on my back, and we'll sail away." We went down, down, doAvn, until I thought we'd never stop. Pretty soon we were at the bottom. I saw Mr. and Mrs. Fish drinking afternoon coffee, and oh, so many wonderful creatures each doing something different. I saw lots of pebbles and stones so beautifully colored that they looked like thousands of jewels. I was looking at some different kinds of seaweed when suddenly the whale sped to the surface. I looked up to the sky and saw a large brown bear who looked oh, so kind ! He was in an aeroplane up very high in the air and called to me, saying, "Please, won't you come up to me?" I had had enough of the water by that time, so the Page Thirty-two whale brought me ashore. Then the Teddy bear — for he surely looked like one — came down and I got into the aeroplane and we went up. We soon were soaring into the sky. He showed me how to run the machine, as we went over towns and villages. We saw in Africa far below us, an elephant, a giraffe, and other animals. Teddy called to them, saying, "Hello !" After a while Teddy cried, ''Here comes Friend Seagull. You had better go with him." I boarded Mr. Seagull's back and he took me over castles and towns and I saw people, houses and al- most everything one could think of. I soon saw our house coming in sight. He flew down and dropped me at our window. There was my fairy godmother and she said it was time to prepare sup- l^er. THE WONDERFUL FAIRY QUEEN Alice Erck IV A /^ NCE there was a little boy whose name was Roy. ^^ He did not like his home. One day he said, "I know what I will do. I'll go to Fairyland." He started on his journey and walked till he came to the woods. "Oh! I see the Fairy Queen! What beautiful gauzy wings, and what a lovely crown on her head!" He ran up to her and asked, "May I stay here?" "Yes, you may," she said softly. He thanked the Fairy Queen and went into Fairy- land. Here he saw brooks winding in and out, trees, green grass, and flowers. There were tiny humming birds and all sorts of other beautiful birds. After Roy had seen these things, he said, "I will not go back to my home. This place is too beautiful." Roy stayed there the rest of his life. Page Thirty-four THE NAUGHTY BOYS Clarence Maybee III A THREE little boys lived with their father and mother in a house at the edge of the wood. They did not ahvays mind their mother. One day a fairy appeared before them and said, "Because you do not mind your mother I shall turn you into pigs." The little pigs scampered aw-ay into the w^oods. They w^alked along till they came to a farm house. The farmer drove them into his pig-pen. They were very sorry the}' had not minded their mother. One day the fairy came again to them and asked them if they would mind their mother. They prom- ised, and she turned them into boys again. The three boys ran home to their father and mother and all lived happily together. THE BEAUTIFUL GIFT Arvid Oas I\' A ONCE a poor family lived on the edge of a forest. One day a girl wdio lived there went out to pick some berries. On her way she met on old man who w^as a dw-arf. He said, "Will you give me some of your berries?" "Yes," said the girl, hand- ing him a handful of berries. "Thank you," said the dwarf, giving her a golden casket. "The same to you," said the girl, running home as fast as she could go. When she came home her mother opened the casket for her. And v.'hat do you think was there? A golden needle lay shining in the casket. How glad she was ! And the needle could make such pretty stitches that everyone liked them. After that they were never poor again. Page Thirty-five THE LITTLE CASE Florence Johnson Vll B SOME little boys and girls had been playing house in the field. They had just reached the height of their enjoyment when one of them said, "Look at that funny little case." On the ground lay a tiny cardboard box. After they had examined this they resolved to open it. They did so, and to their surprise a great cloud arose from it. They all began to run away in terror. Soon the cloud vanished and they heard a soft voice calling them. They looked arotind and, stand- ing before them, Vv'as a beautiful fairy. She said. "Since you have been so kind as to let me out, I will pay you for your kindness. Look in your stock- ings at Christmas and you will find what you wish for very much." Then she kissed them good-bye and vanished from sight. At Christmas time, what do you think they re- ceived? The fairy sent the girls each a doll and a doll carriage. The boys received a long train and tracks and in each of their stockings was a gold watch. THE VIOLET Margaret Sundell IV A /'^NCE upon a time there was a boy who was ^^ always dressed in blue. One day he went into the woods. He did not see a violet, but a fairy. Then the fairy whispered, "I will change that boy into a blue violet because I know he is kind." So she changed the boy into a violet. Now everybody looks at the violet and calls it the loveliest flower in the woods. Page Thirty-six ORIGINAL RHYMES Based on Old King Cole Class Exercise II B T ITTLE Tommy Roy was a very happy boy, -*--' A very happy boy was he. He put on his cap, He put on his coat. And he made big" snowballs three. Little Alice Furl is a very pretty ijirl, A very pretty girl is she. She has two red lips. And two pink cheeks. And two blue eyes to see. Old Uncle Dan is a jolly farmer man. A jolly farmer man is he. He called for his horse. He called for his cart. And he rode to the held in glee. Old Fido Fog was a very funny dog. A very funny dog was he. He barked at the dark. He barked at the light, And he barked at poor little me. Little Johnnie Joy was a very bright boy, A very bright boy was he. He slid on his sled, He fell on his head. And hurt his poor little knee. Lively Monkey Wee lives in a \er}- large tree In a very large tree lives he. He has four sharp claws, He has four strong paws. He makes funny faces at me. Old Pussy Cat is a very large cat, A very large cat is she. She plays with the mat, She plays with my hat. And she plays with her kittens three. Page Thirty-seven THE WONDERFUL LAND Annette C. Bury IV A ONCE upon a time there lived a little boy named Johnny. He was poor, and as neither his father nor mother were living, he wanted to ask the fairy queen if he could live with her. One day as he was going- through the woods he came to a big hollow tree. On the tree he saw; some strange letters. He studied them until he could understand what they meant. He then read aloud, "The Land of Faraway." Suddenly a fairy came out of the door of the hol- low tree and said, "What do you want, little boy?" "I want to see the fairy queen," replied the little boy. Then the fairy led him to the queen. He bowed low before her and said, "Oh, dear queen, may 1 live with you? 1 have no one to care for me." For months and months he roamed in the beauti- ful gardens of fairyland. He played on the fresh green grass and picked golden tulips and red roses. Rest of all, he loved the dear fairy queen with her golden hair, sparkling blue eyes, and dainty gauzy wings. On her head she wore a golden crown. Johnny lived happily ever after with the dear queen and her fairies and elves. Page Thirty-eight A LETTER 2526 Cedar Avenue, Minneapolis, Minn., November 16,. 1915. Dear Mis.s Howe. — Seeing that it is you, I think 1 shall write you a nice, chatty letter. Our grammar teacher told us \vo might write you letters, so I am going to tell you what I am going to do when I am a man. In the days that are rolling past I think of my father working- hard in the Alilwaukee shops. My plan is to be a machinist because there are so many people getting hurt on the trains, and I think if I help make good engines that no one will ever get hurt again. When I am a man I can make a lot of money and buy an automobilv; and even go to the show once in a while with m}' wife. I don't know whom I am going to marry but I think I won't stay a bachelor long. I knovv you are busy anears of study, intermingled with the pleasures of the holidays, and regret to think that in a few short months tlie time will come when we shall enter the building- thinking, "This is our last day of Irving School work."^ To the teachers and the principal of this school who have striven to make us intelligent and obedient we owe much gratitude. Page Sixty MB - 3 7 8 ! .^y ^j' o V ^0' ^ J"' ^^- >. -^..^^ ^^'X^^^ o . * » V^ 0-^ i-^ G^ "V) 'o. ;«• A '-' o J' \ o " o .*" ^>^^^ .^^ 0^ i^ > 'o% f ..J!?Al*l.".95•.- -^, ^ DOBBSBROS. ^' f^ • " IISRARV aiNOINO * O -» o I .< 1 n "7 T - "^ ^^'■^^ '■- -I ',/■-■ ■■^^\$ o -vVv^. J- O ^ ST. AUGUSTINE R ' "^ ^ FLA, ^C