igoi] Barbara s Lullaby 



At her birth in November, 1891, the Class of '95 

 presented her with a handsome silver mug and spoon, 

 suitably engraved. These are among Mrs. Jordan's 

 treasured possessions. Another "Pioneer" tribute 

 was 



Barbara's Lullaby 1 



Lullaby, 



The night is nigh, 

 Low and slow the herons fly; 



Sleep and rest, 



In the west 

 All the sunset fires die, 



Down canyons steep 



The white fogs creep 

 And blanket all the redwoods deep; 



Through the grass 



Wind-songs pass 

 '^^^lile the night-capped poppies sleep. 



Hush thee, dear! 



The dark is near, 

 All the oak trees disappear; 



Dim bats fly, — 



Lullaby, 

 The red lights blossom, — the night is here. 



In 1901 we entered upon the second "Stone Age" Stanford's 

 of Stanford University. The spacious and noble f^°"^^ 

 Outer Quadrangle with its great Memorial Arch, the Age" 

 Chemical Laboratory which stands apart next the 

 Museum, as well as the splendid Memorial Church 



' From "The Four-Leaved Clover," by Charles Kellogg Field; afterward set 

 to music by the violinist, Antonio de Grassi, husband of Winifred June Morgan, 

 a Stanford student of the late 'go's. 



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