Annie Rothwell Diary, 1894-1895

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Annie Rothwell Diary, 1894-1895

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January 1, 1894

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{Printed} MAJESTIC EXERCISE BOOK {Handwritten} A. Rothwell Jan. 3rd 189{-}

{Printed - Advert for 'Boys Own Paper'}

Diary 1894

Jan 1st Monday. Mother and Father went to Mr. Whitelock's for dinner and to uncle John's for tea. Visited Mrs. Huff, who is ill, Miss McLeod and Miss Coombs called in the afternoon. Ida & Ed went skating in the afternoon on the lake. Rebie went to Mary Edith's for dinner. Libbie and I called on Mrs. Bennett in the evening and then went to Miss McLeod's party. Formed many good resolutions which I hope to keep. Charlie Deering, Frank Whitelock Libbie & I Grace & Earnest & Jonathan were at this party.

Jan 2nd Came to Bradford with Father and Annie Nesbitt. Settled down.

Jan 3rd School opened in true form, all the teachers present namely Mr. Waugh, Miss Potts, and Mr. McLean. Five new scholars - Mr. Wilson, Mr. Houston, Miss Beatty and Miss Grace Rogerson, also Miss Longheed.

Jan 4th Arose this morning at break of day. Went to school and was well satisfied with the lessons. Took tea with Mrs. Hill. After tea had some music and then came to my room and studied.

Jan 5th School, lessons in very good shape especially the classical geography. Went down street after four to look at some books for the Sunday School library. Read the Forty Thieves.

Jan 6th Read "Triumphs of Architecture" and studied. At 8 p.m. went to rink and thence to store then returned and studied the Conference of Pillnitz.

Jan 7th Went to C.M. Church in the morning and heard a sermon given by Mr. Ferguson. Went to Mrs. Kneeshaw's for dinner with Louisa Driffil. Went to Sunday School in the afternoon. After Sunday School went to Mr. E. Coombs'

Mrs. D. McLeod was there also Mr. Martin. In the evening heard Mr. Chillcott preach from the 3rd chapt. of St. John. After I came home conversed for a short time and spent the rest of the evening singing.

Jan 8th. School, new pupils Miss Jean Ferguson, Miss King, Mr. Henry and Mr. Thompson.

Jan 9th. School, more new scholars Miss Brawley, R Kneeshaw, and Miss Simpson.

Jan 10th. School, wrote a synopsis of the III canto of the Lady of the Lake. Heard of Mrs. Short's sudden death with La Grippe had a short talk with Mrs. Kneeshaw.

Jan 10th. Came from school studied a short time and then called on Mr + Mrs. W. Goodfellow and then proceeded to the carnival + spent a very enjoyable time. Uncle Sam was my escort. Death of Mrs. Bannerman.

Jan. 11th. School. Mr. Waugh read to us about Cato. Walked home with Miss M Beath, a part of the way.

Jan. 12th. School. Geography of Sicily, Euclid dividing a line into medial section. Read the Diamonds and Loads also Alladin's Lamp.

Jan 13th. Studied the most of the day. Went to Uncle King's in the evening. Dinner I heart with D's.

Jan 14th. Sunday. Came to Bradford in the evening heard Rev. Mr. Bedford preach

Jan. 15th. Exam on Ancient History went to E.L in the evening Mr. Martin conducted the meeting. Subject - Thoughts for the New Year

Jan. 16. School. Went to store and seen about library.

Jan 17. New scholar. Miss Jo Grose. A talk with Florence on books.

N.V. On Jan 12 th. Florence, Eva and Louisa came to room and presented candies and boxes.

Jan. 18. School.

Jan 19. School. Went home Friday evening with father. Pleased to see all.

Jan 20. Saturday - Did a bit of work, called on Mrs. Maggee, Mrs. Mattenley and Mrs. Whitelock. May Kearns and Baby Leslie at "Grandpa" Mattenley's Vera Leslie at Mrs. Magee's. In the evening took tea with Mrs. Bennett. Libbie and Maggie McLeod were there too. Pleasant evening and a good discussion of the "Lady of the Lake"

Jan 21th. Went to Churchill in the morning Mrs. Ross preached and taught the Bible Class. Drove home with uncle Sam and took dinner at Uncle Eben's, went to see uncle Joe's and took tea with them. Went to Gilford church services conducted by Rev. R Foye then went to see J. McLeod who felt some better. Considered the day a very profitable and beneficial one.

Jan 22 st. Rose before six o'clock a.m. and got a hustle on to come to Bradford. A fine morning and a fine drive with pa. School exam on grammar and rhetoric. In the afternoon Rev. Mr. Jennings a missionary from British Columbia addressed the school. In the evening went to missionary meeting where addresses were delivered by Mr. Jennings Hart a missionary from China and Mr. Jennings a missionary from B.C.

Jan 23nd. School. Miss Dack a new pupil. Mr. Waugh read to us of Julius Caesar.

Jan 24th School. Mr. Waugh read to us of Rome.

" 24 " In the evening attended Conformation services.

Jan 25 " Thursday - School. A cold but very bright morning. God along well to-day for I know my history. Lessons on Mithradates, King of Pontus.

Jan 26. School. Mr + Mrs. Wilson's marriage party. a good time spent with about twenty-five guests.

Jan 27. Saturday - Study. In the afternoon went to see the new Presbyterian church. Tea with Mrs. Driffil.

Jan 28. Sunday, Service in the new Presbyterian Church conducted by Rev. Dr. McClaren. of Toronto. Libbie and Maggie McLeod came down to the afternoon service which was conducted by Rev. Ferguson. The evening service conducted by Rev. Dr. McClaren. A very large attendance. Was out to uncle King's.

Jan 39th. Monday - Mr. Maudson, the new teacher taught the chemistry.

Jan 30th. Tuesday morning, a fresh lot of snow. School - Emma Longheed here for tea.

Jan 31st. A fine morning. Rose at 7 a.m. Mr. Maudson took charge of the physics. In the evening studying. A foot ball match to describe in rhetoric.

Feb 1st. A wintry day. School. After 4 p.m. squads I. II & III organised under the leadership of Misses Jean Ferguson, Miss Lila Neilly. Miss Longheed. Miss Grose, Miss L. Evans & Miss McB{eth}.

Feb. 2nd. School - Called on Miss Mennagh.

Feb. 3rd. Saturday - Study. Hurt my finger with the window sash. Called on Miss Alice Graham and Mr. Ferguson about the subject for league.

Feb 4th. Sunday - Quarterly Meeting in C. M church services conducted by Rev. J. J. Ferguson. Text. Jacob wrestling with God. In the afternoon went to hear Mr. Odery, who preached in the Presbyterian Church. Went to Wm. Goodfellow's for tea. Miss Hayes, Miss Kate and Mr. Will Faris, also uncle John King, In the evening heard MDr Dixon of Galt.

Feb 5th. School. Extra lesson in Chemistry after four. Went to tea - meeting in the basement

of the newchurch with uncle and aunt King. Had a very pleasant time, good tea and good programme. Singing by the Choir, Solo's by Mrs. Waugh and Mrs. Hunter. Addresses by Revs. Carswell, Bell, Ferguson, Chillicott, Col. Tyrwhitt and Dr. Dixon. Dr. Dixon took for his subject Habit.

Feb 6th. Rose at 7 a.m. Birthday, Rather a dull day, tea at "Driffil Castle". Florence, Lou, & Edna came in, in the evening and had a few minutes fun presenting the address, the squirrel and the gum heart. Had oja. Lou and I got our pictures taken.

Feb 7th. Wednesday. School. Nellie came in, in the evening to do rhetoric.

Feb 8th. Received our pictures, dandies of course School - new time table. In my study.

Feb 9th. School - Went home with Mr. Sawyer and Clara. Found mother had gone to Aunty King's.

Feb 10th. Saturday - Studied.

Feb 11th. Went to Sunday School. Called on Mrs. Bennett. Went to church to hear Rev. J. J. Ferguson. Came home with him.

Feb 12th Monday - A beautiful morning. School.

" 13th. School -

" 14th. School. Received a Valentine, went to social at Mrs. W. Campbell's.

" 15th. School. Received another Valentine.

" 16th. School. The night of a grand concert in Gilford. Gertie Baker called on me.

" 17th. Saturday. Studied.

" 18th. Heard Rev. J. Ferguson preach morning and evening - Subject - Even One of the roads from Bradford {to Hell. in?}

" 19th. School - Read an essay on Jotham King of Judah at League.

Feb. 20th. Tuesday. School.

Wed. 21st. School. Study in History Canadian.

Thur, 22nd A new Miss McLeod. School. Frank Whitelock very ill.

23rd. School. Libbie came down. Spent a pleasant evening playing word game

24th. Saturday. Studied part of the time got our pictures taken in the afternoon called on Mrs. Kneeshaw, and Mrs. Garrett. In the evening Libbie went to rink.

25th. Sunday - Went to church in the morning, services conducted by Rev. Ferguson. Went to Sabbath School in the afternoon. Went to Mrs. K's for tea. In the evening listened to an able discourse delivered by Rev. Ferguson on games which are demoralizing.

26th. Monday. Exam on Ancient Geography describing Hannibal's route &c. Libbie still here. Called on Mrs Wilson & then took tea with Miss. C Driffil & Miss Alma Strong. Libbie went to League

27th - Libbie went home and I to school a wee bit lonesome

28.29.3 School.

1st of March. - School

2nd. " - " . Went home with Ed. called & seen Frank Whitelock, He was very low and very short of breath, but conscious knowing all those who stood around. him. Went home found all well

3rd March Saturday Received word that Frank had died about nine o'clock this morning. Uncle King's came out. Went to see Mrs. D. McLeod and Baby. Found them progressing favorably. Baby a pretty little thing. Maggie McLeod and I went to Gilford and sent to Barrie for a wreath for funeral. In the afternoon Mr and Mrs. John Magee (bride and groom) came along with Mrs. George Magee. A number of young people came to practice. Libbie's & {Douglas?} Party

March 4. Went to Sunday School and then to Mrs. Blain's' for tea. Mr. Toye preached a very appropriate sermon in the evening

and spoke so favorably of the deceased, who had done so much to make everyone happy in this life and who had used his many talents so well.

Monday, March 5th. Worked Arithmetic in the morning along with uncle Davidson -- Went to Mrs. Bennetts on my way to the funeral. A lovely day but the roads were in a very bad state. A very large crowd. At the house the hymn page {blank area, as if for a page number} was sung and the organ played "{Lune?}" "{Dennis?}". {Went?} Ferguson made a lov very impressive prayer and Mr. Sanderson gave out the hymn. The Forresters and the Temperance Societies were there all wore regalias and badges. At the church - Both Gilford and Ebenezerchoir sang as he was a member of both. Voluntary - "We are pilgrims looking home" - Mr. Ferguson preached from the text "Thy word

is a lamp unto my feet and a light unto my patlh path." as this was the one he selected before dying. Three burial services were read at the grave. The Church service read by Revs. Ferguson and Sanderson. Forresters service, read by Paul West and Earnest Bennett. Temperance Service read by Charlie Mattenley, Mr. Neilly and Ed. Rothwell. . Came back to Bradford from funeral.

M. 6. 7. 8. School.

{illegible} Lizzie married a year ago to-day. Dr. Evans and Jenny Cerswell married yesterday. Mrs. {Tuit?} and Mr. S. West married yesterday also Fred Lynne and a miss above Barrie

March 10th. Saturday at uncle Kings There over Sunday came back Monday morning, the roads good - a fine morning exam - Euclid - After school called to see Sadie.

" 13th. Writing an essay on the {Vth Canto?} of the Lady of the Lake

14.15.16. School - On Friday night the 16th - went to High School concert - Mr. Waugh chairman, Kleiser elocutionist. Mrs. Hamer, Mrs. Modson, Miss E. Edmanson singers, {Quintette?} and choral societies. Miss {V?}. Broughton & Miss Potts instrumentals. Club Swinging - Song - The man behind the plough - Hockridge. Went to Mr. James Faris after concert spent a very nice time. Came back Sunday night. Heard Mr. Patterson a lawyer from the city speak an able discourse in the Presbyterian Church.

March 19th. School

" 232 " Run away. Fruit festival in termperance hall.

March 23 - Good Friday. Miss M. Todd here.

" 24 - Called at Sawyers, went to see Miss Grace Lukes - called at Whitelocks

March 25th Went to Wm Nesbitt's with Ed and from there went with Minnie to Coulsons

Ed went to Ebenezer with Tom.

March 26th Monday--washed went to Doolittle's.

Tuesday--Mrs. Neilly helped with rug.

Wednesday--a rag bee at uncle Jo's party at night--good fun a boisterous time. stayed all night.

Thursday--Went to lodge with Maggie in the evening--Harry Coulson and Bella were initiated. Reading of the Expositor.

" 30th at home--Went to Mrs. Bennetts for tea. Libbie making a print dress for Lena

" 31st. Saturday. Mr. Sanderson preached Mrs. Huff's funeral sermon. Went to see Mrs. and Albert Gibbons who were both poorly.


Feb. 21st 1895.

Going to H.S. after spending a term at model. Miss Joe Grose is rooming with me also my brother Ed. Had a very severe storm and very cold weather

during the past week or more, a little over a week ago. I am at present at "Aldersyde" the home of Miss C Driffill. A lovely home beautiful flowers blooming in the conservatory, plenty of sunshine and fresh air. Jo is a present with her nieces at the concert in the Town Hall. Sim Fax is to be there. Gersham Howard and Adolphous Hamer room at Aldersyde too. Allan boared or rather roomed in the fall but is a present attending Newmarket H.S. Alma is in the City attending the millinery openings. Miss Driffil is out to quilting bees this week. Mr. Shine takes the chemistry now in place of Mr. Maudson and Mr. Somerville in place of Miss Potts. Ida has been out visiting at Mr. J. Kneeshaw's. The last book I read was Maitland of Laurieston I am at present reading Westward Ho. Read lately Stepping Heavenward (a good book). Literature for this year is some of Tennyson's poems. For to-morrow we have "The Voyage" Composition is on Cowper. Goldwin Smith's life of Cowper. Miss Lou Driffil called this evening after the carnival (butterfly).

Saturday March 9th. Twilight

Ed went home last night and Jo Thursday night. Plenty of snow. Went to Mrs. Wilson's and stayed all night. Spent a pleasant evening came home in morning and after a short talk with Miss Driffil entered my study. Edna called.

Mrs. Mary Kneeshaw's funeral on March 7th. Cantata at Gilford. Concert on March 1st The Webling Sisters very good Libbie spent last Sunday with me, went to Garretts for tea on Saturday night. Books read lately "Maitland of Laurieston". "Nelly Nowlan's Experience", and "John Stallibrass, by Rev. Jackson Wray.

The darkies (Ball Family) to be here to-morrow, Methodist Church.

Lively discussions lately on Cowper

Alma and Myra coming up the walk and Miss Driffil buttering toast.

April Fool's Day.

Books read lately "Quinnabassett Girls".

and Mistaken. Home two weeks ago. Mrs {Arabuckle?} at our place. Libbie and Ida doing a little painting. {Tenie's?} sister Mrs Gracie, died in Toronto of Consumption. Mother spent a couple of weeks at uncle King's lately with Douglas. Fred Neilly just getting well after a severe illness. Up to Dan Neilly's last Friday evening. Spent two weeks ago Sunday with Mrs Bennett while {Tenie?} was in Toronto. A week ago Sunday I was at Miss Lou Driffill's. Her birthday is tomorrow. Mr. Ferguson preached a sermon last night on one of way's to Heaven, "Honesty".

Miss Alice Adelia {Hultz?} died recently only 21 years of age. Miss Jo is busy writing a letter. It will soon be Easter and I am very glad.

The Social Glass.

Oh I do like the social Glass

So do I So do I

It makes the hours so pleasantly pass

And fills the day with pleasure

I like to join the merry throng

With the story joke & laugh & song

But you'll get into a fix.

If the liquors you mix.

O I never do that Nor I. Nor I.

Chorus

Oh I do like the social glass

But it must be cold water

The sparkling well is free to all

To every son and daughter.

O I do like the social glass

So do I So do I

It reddens the cheek of every lass

And makes the face look brighter

But you musn'nt drink, whiskey beer or wine

Or else you'll soon begin to pine

And instead of it being your cheek that glows

You'll have a red spot on the end of your nose

Chorus.

Our Boys

Who is the boy with rosy lips

And eyes of so rich a hue

Who never thinks it at all amiss

To follow the wren through the dew.

"Tis Jonathan.

Who is the boy who toothless goes

Since the gate flew back and hit his nose

Who always intends to climb the fence

And never more tare his pants

'Tis Hart.

Who is the boy across the way

Whose filled with new ideas

Who never has very much to say

Except at tea-meetings

"Tis Hermann

Who is the boy whose love's so true

Whether the skies be black or blue

Whether the skies be gloomy above

His thoughts are always thoughts of love

"Tis Tom.

Who is the boy who bot the sweets

And only gave a few a treat

And made the chum set up the cash

While he prepared to make a mash

'Tis Charlie.

A boy I know is troubled so

And threatens to never come back

But once more goes on his knees

And make all clear the track

'Tis Willie

Who is the boy who pines and pines

And feels so dull all day

But at night takes a dose of turpentine

And his pains at once vanish away.

'Tis Earnie.

Who is the one who roving goes

And sometimes gets quite gone

But thinks he will be a great beau

When he reaches Oregon

'Tis Henry.

Who is the one who wears the broad smile

And always feels so happy

And thinks there's nothing under the sun

Like being called Daddy.

'Tis Dave.

Who is the boy who lonely feels

On the valley by the hill

And very often steals away

And comes home oh so ill.

'Tis Will.

Who is the great big boy so tall

Who goes about doing good to all

But who walks the road so well

And only once in the culvert fell

Why Paul.

Who is it that is always so nice

And from his elders seek advice

And when the shafts his brother breaks

He then appears on the scene too late.

J. Hughes.

Who is it that goes to school

And ever always obeys the rule

And gets his lessons all so well

Then up the track he {lies?} for fun

Fred

Written by {illegible} McL. & A.C. R.

In the Morning

= {I?} Ise going away by the light of the moon

Want all the children for to follow me.

I hope I'll meet you darkies soon.

Halle Halle Halle Hallelujah.

Chorus.

In the morning

In the morning boys by the bright Light

When Gabriel sounds his trumpet in the morning

II

We'll have beef steak and spare rib stew

And nice boiled onions dipped in dew

For no one has to pay no fare

So don't forget to curl your hair.

Initiation into C. Q. F.

Officers and Brethern

We are about to initiate a candidate into the secrets and mysteries of our Order, Let nothing jar the harmony of the ceremony. Everybody take out their tobacco quids and {illegible} smoking. No shuffling of feet

on the floor. No talking politics or growling about the poor crops and low prices. No snarling about books, buckets or lost charters on this serious occasion, and if any man whistles the woodwards will please throw him out of the window. Everybody sit up straight, throw your shoulders back, no squinting, pull down your vest, and wipe off your chin The guide will introduce the candidate.

Guide

Chief Ranger. Allow me to introduce this candidate who wishes to be initiated into the mysteries of our Order. Place your right hand on the south side of your heart.

The Agricultural Irish Girl

Dedicted to Mifs J. McG__

1. Oh I'm the rollicking jumping Agricultural Irish Girl.

I'm laughing, smiling, skipping, shoutin dancing all day long.

Oh I wash and iron sweep and scrub and churn the cream.

And keep everything, rattling, banging crashing with my song.

Oh I'm happy all the day so matter what they say,

They can tease me all they like for all I care.

I have fellows by the score, and they meet me at the door

And they hug me and they drive me everywhere.

2. Oh I help them on the farm and I think there is no harm,

In milking cows and slopping pigs and sawing wood.

I can pitch a load of hay or I can pack the eggs away,

And I wouldn't sew or crotchet if I could.

I like to scrub the floor and sell butter at the store.

To study makes my brain go in a whirl

I will marry a farmer's boy, and my heart will jump with joy

For I'm the rollicking Agricultural Irish Girl.

O I do like the social glass

So do I, So do I.

It gives health and wealth to very lass

And a conscience free from sorrow,

It makes us honest pure and true

As the bright and sparkling evening dew

But you must drink it free from Rye

Oh I always do that

And I And I

Song Oh What a Difference in the Morning

1. There's a sweet little girl and her maiden name it is Josie. At night. At night.

She's a daisy little girl and a gay little posey.

At night At night.

She has a young man His name's Henry West

She pretend's she doesn't like him and that he's a pest.

But just all the same she thinks he's the best.

At night At night.

Chorus

But Oh what a difference in the morning

Her Henry would'nt know her in the morning

He took her to the stack and he gave her such a smack

That her mouth it was all blistered in the morning.

2.

He comes round to see her all covered with smiles. At nt. " "

And she's all nice graces and sweet little wiles.

Her hair is combed back and dress colored blue.

And she so awfully sweet and too utterly too too.

And they laugh and they giggle and pet thick as glue.

But oh what a difference in the morning You'd never think twas Josie in the Morning Her clothes are patched and sad And her hair has all gone mad. And she never smiles at nothing in the morning.

Oh they coo like 2, 40 and the're both the same age they both has each other and they've each got a prize they talk about love and they giggle and laugh And she calls it Taffy and he calls it Chaff And the people they pay they're to foolish by half at night at night.

But oh what a difference in the morning You'd think he was her father in the morning. For she is not sixteen and just a little green And he's a gray old bachelor in the morning.

CANADA MUST BE FREE

"Air John Brown's body" Oh dear friends and fellow citizens, I am glad to see you here. We've a meeting here for business, And we need your help and cheer.

We're preparing for a battle, and our battle cry shall be That Canada must be free


Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Glory, Glory Hallelujah
Oh Canada must be free

There's a monster in this country,
prowling 'round both night and day
He is snatching up our brightest sons
and hurrying them away;
While the mothers, wives and daughters
Cry aloud on bended knee,
Oh Canada must be Free!

He's the ruin of this nation,

The cause of crime and poverty,

He brings death and desolation,

To the homes once full of glee,

We'll drive him from our borders

And heaven will smile to see,

That Canada must be free

Then rise ye men of Gardwell

Gird your armour firm and strong

Right is right and pure to conquer

Soon we'll sing the victor's song

We will mark our New Year's ballots

With a cross for liberty

For Canada must be free.

Written by F.L.W Lintable to be sung at prohibition meetings

Gilford Oct. 1893

My Pledge

Many years gone by, when but a youth Ana fresh from my mother's Knees. In earnest prayers I was taught to say "Wine is a hollow mockery."

Years roll on I seek the world It's pleasures to taste and see, But stil the sentence sings in my ear Wine is a hollow mockery.

In horror I behold insane withdrink Young men who once chummed with me There I realize the terrible truth Wine is a hollow mockery.

A weeping widow with children in rags. Without home, food, or money is she. She Knows too well, the pitiful tale, Wine is a hollow mockery.

My Pledge

An empty brain and a troubled mind, A heart of remorse and iniquity. While the soul pants forth in gasping (groans?) Wine is a hollow mockery.

From the friendish demon may I ever think As I would from perditions flee, Neither touch, taste, nor handle, the cursed stuff, Wine is a hollow Mockery

Nov. 6th 1887

The Country School

At the age of six, a little bad, With a mind scarce a minute long An imagination craving for work I humbly toddled along I did so because it was the rule, At that age to start to the country school

My A.B.C's were first drilled in By a man with muscle strong Who depended much on the correcting rod To help the boys along With an iron drill and a wooden rule He belabored us boys in that country school

I memorized the first two books And of course was promoted on, I then was allowed a pencil and slate And punishment for pictures drawn At times I felt as stubborn as a mule As I was knocked about in that country school.

Time rolled on new branches taken, A new teacher the sceptre waved, I raised in size and increased in sense And of course was better behaved, Then I thought I once had been a fool For so rashly judging the country school

An Entrance Candidate I was sent away And with credit the exam I passed. To the High School then, I directed my course And {indecipherable} hard study buckled fast, But an outburst of sorrow, was hard to keep cool As I bid Adieu to that country school.

But time flew past and so did my funds While attending the B.C.I. But a year and a half gave me a 2nd "A" Then the Model terms soon flew by, And now pray believe it, I sway the rule The absolute monarch of a country school

nov. 7th '87 nov./et 195.

The Dimple in her Chin

{This journal entry is a song}

I was at the Model School I met my charmer fair Mid charming belles and blushing sufells The prettiest daisy there; I watched her while the master Talked Of Browning and Baldwin, I fell in love- no not with her- But the Dimple in her Chin

Chorus' ________

Oh the Dimple in her Chin, My heart did beat like sin, There's not a girl in all the school That I would sooner win.

I watched her up the stair, While we to classes went, Upon that dimple in her chin, My eyes were full intent.

I asked her to the Vic that night, I told "Ed" and "Mag" to be in. And there we sang our little song Of the Dimple in her chin.

The Model terme will soon be o'er And then we all must part And each one in the country go, To do a Teacher's part. But then I know I'll ne'er forget The times we did put in, When we need to laugh and joke about The Dimple in her Chin

A Picnic Escapade

On a beautiful morning in the month June Four pedagogues light hearted, With roses adorned and canes in hand To a brother's pic-nic started

They moved along for about a league, When to a house they came Where (angelio?) forms and heavenly smiles And dazzling beauty reign.

Here they spent a happy hour Entertained as if young Kings (Aloyisia?) their hostes appearing to all Like an angel bereft of wings.

Once more their faces to the west When suddenly from afar,

Appears two figures of sweeter form Than Ellen on of Lochinvars

Oh how they try to induce them back But all {indecipherable} avail Then they all sorrowfully bid adieu And continue on their trail.

At Hillsdale they secure a guide Who shows a way much nearer Each rugged path and steep hillside Renders their goal the dearer

At last the grounds they do espy And to the tables with a rush, While "pilot John" drags off his form In the shade of a cooling bush

Swings, Croquet, and Foorball too Amuse those reckless swains, Maidens fair, with golden hair Dash love darts at their veins

The day advanced cool night steals on All merriment now must end, The parting wish forced forth from all To again picnic with their friend.

The Rustic Pedagogue

Behind a desk o'erspread with book The rural teacher sat With features stern and piercing eye Forbiddin friendly chat.

His shiny coat and chalk-white hands His meditative looks Reveals the thought his busy mind Is centred all on books

The noisy urchins, on the floor Repeatedly tap their feet. They flop about and twist around And fall most off their seat.

Their constant hum like swarming bees Resounds the school room o'er Just broken by the loud repost As a slate descends the floor.

The school soon large and dusty is The walls wth grates of lath. The ink be pattered desk-tops are The most cheering sighto he hath.

The stove is cracked, the pipes are bent The windows patched and sad From a nail above the master's seat Suspends the old (beech gad?).

The rod is now but little used, The teacher tries instead To reason, and in gentle words The pupils sighs are led.

They tell him all their small complaints He's judge and jury both Decides the case and verdict gives Unwanting useless oath.

His work seems light when viewed by those Who labor all for grain, But his rewarded counts not in gold Nor his work in muscle's strain.

He sees the crop he daily sows, Tis budding every day And soon the fruit will ripen forth And then he gets his pay.

When men look back to school boy days And before the world proclaim That their aspirations seeds were sown Not by work of men of flame.

But by their early youthful guide Their school soon demagogue Then bliss will crown the closing day Of the Rustic Pedagogue

Richview '85

In Memoriam

Lines dedicated to the memory of George Sterling Wittet, who died at Schomberg Ont, of Dip spheria, Feb 8th 1888 Aged 0 years &

Like the blossoms of early spring time They blossom but die So like our fair young Georgie So soon he lade Goodbye.

His merry prattle ended, His rosy lips now cold, A lamb from the earth is taken To live in the upper fold.

He always seemed so happy, And so much enjoyed his play How he loved to hear a tory As he often used to pay.

How he loved his baby brother, And when fever flushed his face, He wished him at his bedside, And longed him to embrace

He loved his little mission box And yet I see him run To tell "he had most a thousand cents" ~One hundred and fifty-one"

He always loved the flower, And his thought now gives me joy In paradise they never fade, But blossom for our boy.

Our hope of thee was lofty But have we cause to grieve Oh could our finest proddest wish, A grander fate conceive.

We never can forget you Nor will we ever try But hope ere long to meet you In you mansions in the sky.

Where you a little messenger I am read the book of fate And tenderly watch over us And for our coming wait.

Why wonder why you left us Sorrow is not sent in vain The Great Physician maines to part He gives no useles pain

Our God to call us homeward His only lon sent down And now to simpl our hearts still more Has taken up our own

You'll never hear his voice again throughout the long long day

His poor tender now with no living child is blest, For the two that God had given now in the churchyard rest, And when old age shall bosw them down and they are called to go, We hope in better hands they'll meet where sorrow they'll not know.

For Autographs

Every friend we meet with here, Makes our lives to us more dear, In sympathetic love like minds enturive Linking their thoughts in a sweet design Yet a stronger link connects the heart Contained by those who love impart.

== Our Boys, == {C designs surrounding the title}

Who is it that feels that life's worth living, And this year a new life enjoys Thorough the benefits of the Gilford Levop (lodge Why the boys Who is it that sings in two church choirs, And loves the ladies all, But still prefers the bachelor's side, Why Paul.

Who is that has the nice new buggy And drives so slick and smart And opens three gates to get to her house Why Hart

Who is it that always beams with smiles 'Cause he launched on the matrimonial vowe And goes to bed now at 8 o'clock Why Dave

Who is it that crowned himself with success And his Edna the list did head Ten out of eleven his record stood Why Fred.

Who is it that forgets the road he came And goes home by the town line generally Then he and the Chief walk across the fields Why Henry

Who is that drives to Arora sometimes With his niece and the lady beyaunt And Kept very mum but smiled all the while Why Johnt

Who is it plays the Irishman And his part always takes the best And would like to trade homes with Emerson Why Earnest

Who is it that goes to Cookstown no more Came home hungry and went down cellar and drank A pan of new milk, and ate a whole loaf of bread Why Frank

Who is it lives on the Penetang road And whose sig is a perfect lilly And who wishes somebody had played in the N.W Why Willie

Who is that went to Alliston And in the foot race won some money But thought Gilford holidays in long Why Johnny

Who is it feels quite satisfied Because their names were missed And nothing was paid about them why all the rest

Written by F.G. Gilford Aug./ 93

Song Far-ra-ra-boom-de-ay

I'm going to sing, you a little song Just listen for, l' wont take me long Sto about Gilford lodge and those who belong And why we're such a happy throng We started our lodge, the first of May, We found that drinking did not pay We signed the pledge and from that day, If asked to drink, we smile and say. Cho. Far-ra ra soon

We meet each week on Thursday night, Our thoughts are Jure, our hearts are light, We're brothers and sisters for the right, For prohibition, we mean to fight, Our goal which is our boast our pride,, At every meeeting, is untied, And some new member, gets a side, And joins the ranks of those inside Cho Far-ra-ra

Our program's always, interesting, We need recite, and play and sing, We learn something out of everything And sorrow far away, we fling We have had one, first class debate, About marrying the woman, that you hate And awful stories they did relate, While speaking on that first debate, Cho Far-ra-ra

The boys they played, one funny play, The Haunted House, as the name they pay, You'd laugh to see the somical way, They frightened the Irish man in that play With bed bugs big, and fat and strong, And imagination, with a tale that long, And a man in his shape, a walking along And a ghost the worst, of all the throng, Cho-Far-ra-ra

There's some who will not join our camp, They pay the nights, are cool and damp, And on the roads they cannot tramp, And our laws are not the proper stamp, They'd like to know, what we do here, And talk about us very queer, If they ask for the password, never fear, Just quietly whisper in their ear, Cho-Far ra-ra

We've elected new offices as you see But the old chief will the new one be And the Vice u mice will smile at he And he'll smile back again at she Our Secretary's always in her place We all adore our charming Grace With her assistant smiling in her face They're just the pair in the proper-place Cho. Far. ra.

Our Preasurer holds, the money tight And the financial sits just to his right, And the Chaplain with his eyes so bright And the Past Worthy who, is not here to-night Our Marshall who is good and true, And his Deputy to, assist him through, For fear they'd talk, which would not do, We keep the Vice between the two, Cho Far-ra-ra

And then there's our sentinel and ground To watch the door, and take the word, They're born good means we've always heard And they'll do their duty, you can rest assured, And now to our members one and all. As we spread o'er this, terrestrial ball, I hope with joy, we'll each recall, the times spent in the Gilford Temperance Hall. Cho. Far. ra-ra

Written by F.G.W July 1893.

In years to come this book will show the path our fancy once did roam How gloom or joy would our mind's emloy. While sojourning in elines afar from home

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Long, long shall I remember thee When friends and all are gone Opt wll my memory wander back To dreams of days gone by.

{written upside down on page}

Books read during 1895- By Annie R. {symbol} Crissy's Sift 2 Christmas Pictures and other Tales 3 Oliver of the NO ill by 4. Mistaken Some books read in 1896 (1) "Without a home" by E.P. Roe

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