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Title: The Creighton Chronicle
Year: 1920 (1920s)
Authors: Creighton University
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Publisher: Creighton University
Contributing Library: Creighton University Archives
Digitizing Sponsor: Creighton University Archives

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e to the fatefulends of Emilys and Hams parents, feelings of mingled sorrowand hatred during the ride to his mothers funeral with the hap-py and lightsome crowd, his misery of soul while working in thewine-cellars of Murdstone and Grinby, his belief in the import- 160 THE CREIGHTON CHRONICLE ance of his position as chief pawner for the Micawbers;—each give us but one phase of his childhood; but when taken inthe aggregate with the many other such incidents, they giveus the thoughts and words and actions of the average child.Dickens does not, however, attempt to analyze these actions butdescribes them with such a minuteness of detail that an analysisis not needed. —William Ramacciotti. Cupid Swallowed (From the Greek of Julian). Sly Cupid fast asleep I once among the roses caught:I pinch his wings, and steepSly Cupid fast asleepIn wine: I drink him deep; But, oh! there pricks my heart distraught.Sly Cupid fast asleep I once among the roses caught. —A. J. Z. = A ^ WITH GLOVED HANDS
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HE whispering pine trees softly swayed in the quietmidnight breeze, breathing a spirit of solitude andstillness over the estate of old Mortimer Van Laon-haven. Through the swaying branches of the tallpines one could see the lighted mansion standing,like a huge sentinel, in the midst of its surroundingfoliage. If one listened one could hear the laughter ofyoung folks as they gaily tripped to the tune of anenticing waltz. The dance was nearing its end, but the dancersswayed with untiring ease to the rhythmical music. But all of the guests were not upon the dance floor. Somewere watching from the broad, fern-covered veranda. Somewere having a perfectly wonderful time as they talked over thewild pre-prohibition days, and a frown came upon their browsas they supped the grape juice highball. In a quiet corner of the veranda, unnoticed by all and may-be unconscious of their own presence, sat a young couple. Ifone went close enough he could have seen that the maid was noneother than Willemina

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