Paris High School - Arena Yearbook (Paris, IL)

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THE ARENA-Page 15 In German there’s Fraulein Miller, Who is fond of Sauer Kraut and hamberger, Of pretzels and cheese, For her wits, if you please— This “Deutchen Americkanichen MSller.” Sleinmons favors tariff at a high rate, But not officers elected of late, She is a re-pub-1 i-can, Uncle Joe is her man, And her favorite number is eight, (electoral votes.) Now Lottie is our English dealer, Also our oratorical spieler, She is one of the few, So of course it wont do, For anyone to be known as a squealer. Mr. Lawrence, it’s reported, has said, That his wife makes horrible bread, It’s woefully tough, Indigestible stuff. And his friends fear he’ll soon be dead. You have heard of that lady named Dill, Who when the Library does fill, Does say, rather mild, “Don’t act like a child, Let’s everyone get to work and be still.” In Commercial Griffith is queer, But is always full of good cheer, When Jess is not around, You will hear it resound, From all the girls, “What a dear!” Our Selson is surely a peach, Her ideals are away out of reach, On smiles we are fed, Till I fear she’ll soon wed, Unless some other method she seek. This is our faculty team, Each one for welfare ’twould seem, We leave with regret, P. H. S., you bet, Three cheers for the Class of ’13. —C. F., ’13. “Take periods of English Literature for that tired feeling.—relieves fatigue.

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m THE ARENA-Page 14 The Faculty in Limerick Now Everhart is the head of the school, And brought with him, oh! many a rule. From morning ’til night, He does everything right, He’s an honor to Paris High School There is Beecher, the executor of the law, Carrying on work, with never a flaw, In History VI A, There’s a laugh every day, He’s the finest that ever you saw. There is a grader of themes, With no time for nonsensical dreams, Now Wenz is her name, And great is her fame, With favors toward none, she leans. Now Jones’ life is well spent, A dapper and jolly old gent, Removed from his ‘‘‘math,” As well as his wrath, No better has ever been sent. Now Yondorf tutors pupils to squall, In the north end of P. H. S. hall, Even here we can’t talk, For she pounds with her chalk, And won’t speak when we do at all. Our collector of bugs is named Boland, Who thinks it quite wrong to go strollin’ At even’ with girls With flaxen lined curls, IIow queer of the dissector named Boland. Now Ogden takes pains to see That the youngsters make presentable tea, Better puddings, I vum, Than their mothers, by gum, And just how their sewing should be. Our Virgilian is a girlie named Jess, Who is fond of a hard exam test, But we cannot see why Some fellow don’t try, To make her just answer him “Yes.”

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m THE ARENA—Page 16 Class of '13 OFFICERS VIOLA BROOKS .......................................................President ASA L. MYERS...................................................Vice President CLARA DRISKELL .......................................... Secretary-Treasurer COLORS:—Purple and White MOTTO “To-night we launch; Where shall we anchor?” “If we flunk, in God we trust”—Seniors.