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Title: Cohongoroota
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Senior Class of Shepherd College State Normal School
Subjects: Shepherd College -- History Shepherd University--History Shepherd University—Students--Yearbooks
Publisher: Shepherdstown, WV: Shepherd College State Normal School
Contributing Library: Shepherd University, Scarborough Library
Digitizing Sponsor: LYRASIS Members and Sloan Foundation

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and thetop isnt any better than it is here. Andy caught Jero by the arm. Come on, he cried,lets beat it. He led Jero down the passage and took a sharp turn afew yards more and they clambered thru a crevice in theface of the cliff on the side next to the wharf. Withouthesitation Andy dived straight for the river and Jerofollowed. It was a forty-foot plunge but the water in the slipwas deep. They came Tip under the wharf just as a blastshook the cliff and the tumbling rocks echoed from bothshores. Rocks fell all around the wharf, some even brokethin the planks, but the boys were unharmed. Jero took the evidence he had found in his pocketand sent it on to his chief who complimented him. Borgstines body was found on top of the cliff in thewreckage of the engine house. The hlast had gone off be-neath him. Kaston has not been troubled by Red propa- gandists since Borgstines body was found and the peoplelearned that Paulritch Savotsky was buried in the ruinsof River Cave. Free! Welshans, 21.
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Reply to Forty Years A Im glad, again to see you. Bill, Much good Im sure twill <loFor me to gaze into the face Of one so tried and true;But Bill, my hearts with sorrow stirred. My eyes are dimmed with tearsTo hear you speak of old schooldays And the change of forty years. Its been a long, long time, Bill, Since we gathered there to playWhere other hoys are sporting now— Can their spirits be as gay?Bui its all so very vivid, Bill, It seems to me as thoughIt could have been hut .yesterday. Not forty years ago. The masters voice I still can hear. I can see him standing tallJust as he stood and read to us Of Pictures on Memorys Wall.But Bill, how little I knew then What memorys pictures are.That at that time I was hanging one No change of time can mar. And the village. Bill, in which we lived, No doubt its changed some too,And houses, like the desks at school, Have been replaced with new.Oh. Bill ! I loved that village so And our playmates now above;Though Father Time can change mos

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