Mr. H.J. Wilber -
Accept this little gift as a token of kindest regards. Wishing you all good things for the coming year and many more years to come.
Mrs. Helen L. Shaul
This book came from the Switzerland hotel on the same day it was burned down. Burned to the ground at 2 AM in the morning of Sept. 20, 1929.
Steal not this book
you little clown
there is a jail at Cooperstown
I love you with my heart
Your frend
To Elizabeth
This book -
Tis a token of kind remembrance;
Of true and affectionate regard:
Let it speak the kind wish my heart bears
To thee; and oft as it shall ?? thy ??
May it bring a thought of the absent;
And speak to thee of a faithful friend.
J
Delhi, Dec 5th, 1853
Esther:
Read for the pleasure of mind;
comforts of body;
and an
enlightened future.
a good friend
S
Man-like is it to fall into sin,
Friend-like is it to dwell therein,
Christ-like is it for sin to grieve,
God-like is it all sin to leave.
Where unto is money good?
Who has it no wants hardihood,
Who has it has much trouble + care,
Who one has had it has despair.
Rev. and Mrs. Joseph R. Pennell
Picture taken of the "Board Walk" at Atlantic City during the first session of the Methodist Church after unification had taken place in 1939.
I was a delegate from the Wyoming Conference being then Superintendent of the Binghamton District.
The date of this conference was April 24 - May 6, 1940.
Joseph R. Pennell
Delegate number 2 from the Wyoming Annual Conference
We were at Hotel Arlington for the General Conference, April 24 - May 6 and at the Dennis Hotel for the Jurisdictional Conference June 18 - both conferences were held in the Municipal Auditorium, Atlantic City.
At this time I was Superintendent of the Binghamton District, Wyoming Conference and lived at 666 Chenango Street, Binghamton, New York.
Awarded to
Vera Howley
for
Attendance
Dorothy Schlichter Beardsley Austin, daughter of Edna Walker Schleichter and Luther J. Schleichter
Copywrite year 1893
My mother V. Edna Schleichter gave this to me when I was a child about 12 or 13 years old
Dear Peggy -
You know how fond I am of the intellectual - here is a copy of the works of my favorite philosopher.
With Love,
Sara
Many a deer came here to drink
And maybe a quiet man to think
To a lake named after a Saint
It's far to lovely for an artist to paint
Lake St. Regis
Presented To
Augusta Kiel
for the Best poem written in the Otego High School
1930-1931
by W.H. Alger - June 23, 1931
What is His Name?
There is a little artist,
Who paints in the cold night hours
Pictures for little children
Of wondrous trees and flowers
Pictures of snow-white mountains,
Touching the snow-white sky,
Pictures of distant oceans
Where pretty ships go by.
The moon is the lamp he paints by,
His canvas the window pane,
His brush is a frozen snowflake,
Jack Frost is the artist's name.
Presented by Stockton Avenue Parent Teacher Association to Nancy White for having satisfactorily completed the reading course for the second grade for the year 1930 - 1931.
Mrs. Ruth
Reviewer
Lucy,
Yes, I can see it all now, you in twenty years finding this book in some moldy old closet and wondering where the heck you got it from. Then you'll flip open the cover and see this and try to recollect who I am or was, depending. You'll slowly remember and that will be the end of it, and back into the moldy closet.
Well, hon I don't think I'll ever forget all the fun you, Sue and I had this past year. Good luck, I'm sure you'll be successful.
Love,
Dolores
