Andrews High School - Andronian Yearbook (Andrews, IN)

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! ! ! passed back and forth between students in pencil, and I almost decided to Q report the matter. Those students were certainly a fright. Here I served their pens faithfully and what did I get in return? One noon someone spilled some mustard on me. I never did like this quick lunch idea. l Some one threw me down the aisle and I fell over thirteen feet of , different sizes and hit a desk an awful blow. Then someone said, Look- out fellows, it will go to atoms this time. However, I survived the shock, but was very curious to learn more about the Atoms I had heard the ,W boy mention, and after that day it was my heart's desire to go to Atoms. if That night I had a nightmare, at least I suppose that's what it was, for I dreamed that a horse kicked me. If a nightmare is that bad in Indiana I would hate to have one in Missouri. Just at that I awoke and found that I had burst. At last I had my heart's desire. l was in Atoms. -Clarence Wisner. 0 i I've read all kinds of histories, By all kinds of bloomin' lights, l I've struggled thru assignments When there was no hope in sight. , I I've memorized the pages, When Smally was near at hand 2 I've toiled, worked, and worried To beat the bloomin' band. -Lena Hefner 0 2 TRAILS There are trails of sunny weather, I Trails of love and bonny heather, I So why not, as through life we go, Seeds of goodwill and gladness? i Laugh! Be glad! Life is a load If with a frown you follow the road. If a friend is down, just help him smile, Help him brace up and walk his mile Of bitterness, sadness, sorrow, or woe i And he'll find life's trail is with joy freighted low. And how much lighter will your own life be, When others are grateful for your sympathy And as through the valley of life's trail you go, Someone will remember and banish your woe. Q -Virginia Streit l l 1 111319 12111: ini in 1 -2 .1111 ii 1:10101 2 3 130111111rixiriuillivriluicvialirog Fifty-seven uiviuiibifli A N D R O N I A N :oi 1 1-1:1-:wining 1 io: :ri 101 1 xnxvig,

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Qmioi Z 1 I, fr i I I s,,,:f I ! ! l DIOQUQUQ.. Fifty-s1'.r 112 iii: 1 1111111 3-1:11 1:1 101112110 A N D N I A N 19101 1:1 I was sent to Andrews in a stuffy old box and it maderme so indignant that when the conductor of the passenger car in which I was riding called Andrews I refused to move and he had to put me off. I was sent to a druggists, and after being displayed on a high shelf with several other bottles of the same kind for several minutes I became worried. Say, I inquired of a bottle of jet black ink, How am I going to get down from here ? Easy enough, he replied, and gave me a dark unpleasant look, Just close your eyes and move around awhile. Of course I felt insulted by that answer and refused to notice that ink bottle any more. It was quiet, also. While I was on display a girl came in with a debonair air and asked for a bottle of ink. The druggist wrapped it up and the girl wandered aimlessly toward a large mirror at the rear of the store. I saw the im- pending catastrophe and having a very warm and sympathetic heart, I possible. Please, I pleaded, Don't look in that. A a joy forever, and I would hate to see you be made of your days. Luckily, however, she didn't see the store. tried to avert it if thing of beauty is miserable the rest mirror, and left the Two days later the sweetest girl entered and asked in an edyfying manner for a bottle of blue-black ink. Since I knew such an animated bit of humanity could be no one but a member of the Junior Class I made myself as prominent as was possible and was duly carried to school in the Junior's hand, an honor not given to everyone, by the way. She placed me on a desk in a large room with nine windows and a piano, and went home. That evening an old Scotch Janitor, who I afterwards learned was named MacIntosh and was a descendent of the head of his clan, walked up the aisle, lustily swinging a dust cloth. He raised so much dust that I was forced to sneeze. Say, I commanded, Don't swing that dust cloth so hard. You are raising the dust. Sir, he replied haughtily, I'll have you know I'm a MacIntosh. Well, I replied, I don't care if you are an umbrella. I'll have my rights. The next day I was tied to a windowblind string by a girl and she swung me back and forth at the risk of my neck, as well as a reprimand from her teacher. I surely was in suspense until I was released. She told her neighbor that not everyone could do that. It was so difficult. For my part I wish it was impossible. Hooray! I cried some few days later, The English department is legislating in my favor. And, sure enough, it was. It had declared in a bill which passed the whole faculty that blue-black ink shouldbe used in themes. However, I had seen several papers of unknown themes being

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I ini 1:11 1 211 1115111 11111 1:-ioilii A N D R 0 N I A N 101033- BE FIRST OF ALL A MAN I chanced to talk with an aged man, 'Twas only yesterday. His brow was furrowed, as with care, And his locks were hoary and grey. I told him of my goal-my dreams, And ambition's beckoning smile. I talked of vague and youthful schemesg He was silent all the while. When at last he spoke his voice was mild. My son, a word, said he, A word from one who from a child Has sailed life's turbulent sea. You'll find before on life's dim path You've ventured very far, 'Tis not so much you do that counts, As what you truly are. 'Tis well to struggle toward a goal,- To scheme, and dream, and plan, But, above all else remember son, Be first of all a man. a -Gerald Mygrant. o A UNIQUE PERSON The person I am describing is short and has the general appearance of an undersized barrel. He ambles about on his stavelike legs with a careless ease that gives you a greater conviction of the fact that the day of miracles has not passed. His countenance always has an assumed look of profound dignity and intelligence, which is made all the more effective by a sharp, pointed mustache which resembles the thorny growth sometimes seen in the pictures of men of the days when Napoleon knew every soldier in his army. He wants everything his own way and does not seem the least bit embarrassed by the remarkable distance extending between his feet and the floor when he sits on an ordinary chair. Although every- thing in the wav of encouragement has been used to stimulate a dense crop of hair on his still bald head, it has been to no avail for his crown is covered only by a few lonely hairs, which are made to appear much more scattered and fewer by his black mustache. His even blacker eyes are very expressive, either, lightening up his round face with a sparkling de- light, or placidly surveying the rest of the world with a much exaggerated air of indifference. -Clarence Wisner. Fifty eight