Chattanooga High School - Dynamo Yearbook (Chattanooga, TN)

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Confidential HIS is addressed to Kindred Spirits. If, as you go down this column, you find that you are not in sympathy with the editor, that the stuH seems foolish, and even impolite, pray stop at once. This was not written to you and you have no right to read it. It is not honorable to read messages not intended for you. As a preliminary test I here state that I believe that a mental test similar to the one given to the Sophomore Class last fall Would, if given to some of our athletic Gods, reveal that there are those among them who are not intellectually capable of dealing with matters more complex than coming in out of the rain. I also believe 'that an accurate count would show there are instructors in the land that misuse the English language as cruelly as-well, the late President Harding, any way. . That paragraph eliminated a great many who do not belong to our lodge, buthwe must have one more test before we begin talking confidentially. I am prejudiced against the speaker who enjoys looking into our bright and shiny faces. I do think there was something wrong with some of the speakers, and I did not like to say, What is the matter with Hellwanger? He is all right! To you who have continued to read, thus signifying your sympathy with the state- ments made above, I have explanations and apologies to Offer. I am confident you have by this time found great numbers of things in this book which displease you. CTO others they seem all right.J Permit me to explain to you why these things are so. Certain parts of this book have been written in a spirit of rebellion against the old, trite manner of expression that has come to be regarded as the High School Annual Style. This departure from conventional treatment has taken us upon uncertain ven- tures in cheap wit, satire, pure foolishness, and, in a few instances, attempts at accurate description and sincere tribute. We have aimed our so-called jokes only at those whom we considered good enough sportsmen to laugh at their own peculiarities. At this hour fand this is the last thing writtenj my chief regret is that we have not discarded more time-worn devices and stale phrases fsuch as time-worn devices J which betrays my inability to get completely away from the iniiuence of the past. If all your accomplishments are not lined up below your name in the Senior Section it is because you failed to hand them in. Did you expect us to sit around for hours, racking our brains Qif anyj, trying to remember whether you were in Captain Cross- bones, and who was secretary-treasurer of the History Club in 1922? The Staff did not have time, and it does not matter, anyway. If We said something uncomplimentary about you, you should feel complimented. fPeople who must have paradoxes explained to them are hopeless-think it out yourself.J Some things which are objectionable were in permanent form before we noticed them. The artist who made some of the group pictures fwe really had to put them in. It takes money to put out a book like this and they had itj has explained to us that the mass of clouds, lather, et cetera, in the middle of the page conveys the idea that the diplomas of those in the groups are as yet unattained, that they are behind the clouds, so to speak. This is rather involved, at first view, but after it is explained to you, you can see what a clever idea it is. For errors in composition, misspelled words and awkward constructions which arrest the eye of the discriminating reader, we humbly ask forgiveness. If any are found in this article, they are probably the result of a printer's error. Those found in other parts oflthe book may be explained by the fact that we have Cagainst our better judgmentj printed some things written by the football team and members of the faculty. You should have seen the Credo before we marked out the worst mistakes. Zur.

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MISS CONNELLY MISS ADAIR MR. MCGUIRE MRS. COLLIE COACH BATES sr The teacher lives forever. On and on Through all the generations he shall preach The beautiful evangelg-on and on 'Till our poor race has passed the tortuons years, That lie fore-reaching the inillenninin, Anol far into that broad and open sea He shall sail, singing still the songs he taught To the world's youth, and shall sing them o'er and o'er To lapping waters, 'till the thousand leagues, Are oizerpast,-argosy and crew Ride at their port. 17 , V,x,.....:A.MJ,,,,, ,.,.. ... .,,-Q-. -.1 . N, .. -..-, . .. . qui... , . he

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