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Title
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In Memoriam - Rachel Lloyd, Ph.D.
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Date
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1900
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The Foster School at Clifton Springs, N. Y., held a " Reunion" June 22-25, 1897, to which they kindly invited their former Principal, Prof. Lloyd, to attend as guest of the school. This she accepted with great pleasure and thoroughly enjoyed meeting her former pupils and friends, and the following lines read at that Reunion as a "Toast to Old Maids," containing such pleasant reminiscenses, shows what a jolly time they all had.
TOAST — "OLD MAIDS."
I wish to respond to this eloquent theme With a willingness perfect and pure; Its subject I hold in the highest esteem, For Old Maids are a God send, I'm sure.
But if in these sentences of diffident rhyme A halt should occur, or a pause, Pray pity the speaker and just give her time, Or fill up the break with applause.
The damsels who've clung to their maiden estate In spite of persuasion galore, How proud should they be to appear at this fete With their names just the same as before.
So the books of the school, so renowned in its day, Bear inscribed all the names of our youth; But could we examine all those records to day 'Twould seem that they tell not the truth
For on one of their pages behold, we should see — If yesterday only were now — A name, Eva Loomis; alas, where is she? She has turned herself into a Howe.
And the trio of Thompsons deserted the ranks. Save one, who retains the old name, For which act of loyalty, Martha, our thanks. Her sister a Hunter became.
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The Foster School at Clifton Springs, N. Y., held
a “ Reunion ”’ June 22-25, 1897, to which they kindly
invited their former Principal, Prof. Lloyd, to attend
wuest of the school. This she accepted with great
ure and thoroughly enjoyed meeting her former
s and friends, and the following lines read at that
Reunion as a ‘ Toast to Old Maids,”’ containing such
pleasant reminiscenses, shows what a jolly time they
all had.
TOAST—“‘OLD Malbs.””
I wish to respond to this eloquent theme
With a willingness perfect and pure ;
Its subject I hold in the highest esteem,
For Old Maids are a God send, I’m sure,
But if in these sentences of diffident rhyme
A halt should occur, or a pause,
Pray pity the speaker and just give her time,
Or fill up the break with applause.
‘The damsels who've clung to their maiden estate
In spite of persuasion galore,
How prond should they be to appear at this fete
With their names just the same as before.
So the books of the school, so renowned in its day,
Bear inscribed all the-names of our youth;
But could we examine all those records to day
’Twould seem that they tell not the truth ~
For on one of their pages behold, we should see —
If yesterday only were now—
A name, Eva Loomis; alas, where is she?
She has turned herself into a Howe.
And the trio of Thompsons deserted the ranks,
Save one, who retains the old name,
For which act of loyalty, Martha, our thanks.
Her sister a Hunter became.
