Angola High School - Key Yearbook (Angola, IN)

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MABEL E. FERTICH, German and Supervisor of Music. MRS. L. W. FAIRFIELD, Supervisor of Drawing.

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Mr. Weldy made them and placed them neatly there. And they give our little school room quite an aristocratic air. Perhaps, in the distant future, some knowledge he will impart — Of keeping books in order with just a touch of art. He teaches only Seniors but they always call him swell. And I guess he is, just judging from the awful dreadful smell That meets a fellow daily at the laboratory door. Of Chemistry and Physics ami other scents galore. So he s another member we ' d like to keep a while, To organize the business and keep affairs in style ; Then if you want your records, about your Senior year. You ' ll know just where to find them and they ' ll be stated clear. Mrs. Fairfield ' s our artist, our teacher, our friend; And our work has been good from beginning to end. We ' ve drawn, sketched, and painted, and cartooned, too, a bit. We ' ve made many a skillful picture that our teachers well would fit Sometimes we ' re rather naughty, like lots of other folks. You see, those Freshies ' greenness makes might} ' funny jokes; And when we laugh and giggle as we simply feel we must, Or something that ' s inside us is just a goi.ig to bust. Why, Mrs. Fairfield scolds us, as we know a teacher ought — She says we are more dreadful than she ever would have thought, And if we ' re not m ore quiet she ' ll put it on our cards, nd then sue just forgives us, and we ' re the best of pards. Rut if you think we ' re idle and haven ' t labored hard and long, Just look this Annual over and then you ' ll find you ' re wrong. For every single drawing in it belongs to High. School Art, And nearly every pupil has had some little part We ' re mighty proud. I tell you. of this our small display. (Our teacher knows we ' re grateful for guidance all the way.) But should you be offended at anything we ' ve done, We ask you to forgive us, and take it all in fun. Miss Fertich teaches music, and she can teach it well, ( ):i every Friday morning our chorus chimes do swell So clear, and loud, and certain that all the glorious sound Makes the little children speechless ami holds them quite spell-bound. Those who take the subject do surely get a rap At sharps and fiats and rests and beats anil every little tap Thai goes to make up music, clear through from A to Z, With instruments and masters whose names are Greek to me.

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That she ' s a general favorite ' tis easy enough to guess, There ' s always pupils ' round her, a dozen more or less; All years are represented in this admiring train. But. perhaps, the little Freshies are found there in the main. ?.iiss Caste] just came such a short time ago That we ' re hardly acquainted and her faults we don ' t know. Perhaps she may have them hut they ' re hard things to find, And since we can ' t see them, we ' ll not trouble our mind. She teaches Sophomore Latin and 1 guess she ' s hard enough; We hear a lot of thinkers groan, (lee! hut Caesar ' s tough. And Juniors, too. are weeping because their grades are low. Now. don ' t they wish they ' d studied, a year or so ago! But now just let me tell you ' tis Seniors love her best; She doesn ' t try to kill you or break your quiet rest With Chaucer ' s tales and Shakespeare and all that other dope, Until for you to graduate, there ' s scarcely any hope. My thought was of Miss Evans, and say. but she ' s a fright: She ' d surely keep you going both morning, noon and night. With Literature and writing of themes and letters long. And poems of Thanksgiving and man}- another song. Your work that ' s late is zero, to talk is of no use Unless you ' r sick or dead, and then you must have an excuse. To be prompt is your education, she says with a sour smile; And you wonder if education is all in life that ' s worth while. Of course we ' re growing better, we can see it day by day, But we wish our education could come in an easier way. But as graduation nears us. perhaps the message will come The task was hard , you ' ve conquered , receive the good ' Well done. Xow here ' s the man of banquets and all things good to eat, And he ' s the jolliest fellow you ' d ever want to meet. His name is Mr. Letts, as you possibly may have heard. He ' s big and tall and brawny, and if he should speak the word. You ' d just skidoo, I tell you, as fast as ever you could; Of course he ' d never touch you. but if he ever should There wouldn ' t be a frazzle left to tell that sad, sad story Of how that wicked Junior was started off to glory. He teaches all the history, and say. but he ' s the stuff; With news reports and law class. I guess he does enough. And you bet you he can orate, you just should hear him roar. His voice would beat Dan Webster ' s, and reach ten blocks or more.