Let your light shine! hold the torch on high! let every one see that the class of ’86 is true to its name—“Progressives.”
Miss Alice C. Jennings, ’86, whose poems from time to time have appeared in The Chautauquan, writes as follows: “A severe sickness in childhood deprived me entirely of the sense of hearing. This has been more effectual than bolts and bars in excluding me from all institutions of learning. You can easily imagine how precious to a person so situated must be the opportunities of the C. L. S. C., and of the ‘Society to Encourage Studies at Home.’ At least four of my deaf friends have joined the C. L. S. C. on my own solicitation. We have tried to have a circle among ourselves. We live in five different places, but our headquarters are at Boston Highlands, and we send reports there every month.”
“We study for the light,” we would not be
Like the black hue, absorbing every ray,
But like the white, gladly reflecting all,
That we may be true children of the day.
“Blessing with light,” as we have each been blessed,
For wisdom makes the weary earthway bright,