Page 77 - 1932 Hartridge

Ghosts and gol)lins haunt the school grounds. Haunt the very rooms and houses,
Cliase the unsuspecting scholars
Fleeing, shaking, to dark closets;
Fill the air with strange maledictions, Eerie shrieks, and clammy fingers; Slink awa^'- as l.)raver mortals
Turn the lights on in the Acorn, ddnker, tailor, soldier, sailor,
Rich man. poor man, beggar man, thief— All have come to join the party,
Join the merry langliing party
Which has gathered on this evening.
On this bright and moonlit evening. Telling tales and doing magic
Done by all on Hallowe’en !
Once we rambled in “The Lost World,” F'ought with monstrous mastodons, Hung from cliffs by swaying ladders, Crossed deep chasms unafraid,
Shrieked with fear as a gorilla Leered at us with lowering jaw Swinging hairy arms before him Coming ever nearer, nearer . . . Stars and garters! What a movie! Oh ! How ver\^ realistic,
j\lost enchanting, most exciting To our academic souls.
Such have been our Oakwood evenings. So have fled the evening hours:
h'led by reading, concerts, dancing;
Fled by studies, Bible, pla_vs.
They look good, these happy evenings. From our best “June point of view.”
M. H., '32
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