Andrews High School - Andronian Yearbook (Andrews, IN)

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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

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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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....-..-..-.,- A N D R 0 N 1 A N -.,-..-..-..-..-.- -.-.---..--,-.-- ---J MY SMILE I'm wondering as I sit here With the light so dim and low, If others are tired as I am, And if life is all a show. Oh, it's good to take my smile off, When there's no one here to see, And rest my face until its time To go again, you see. I have noticed always When I forget my smile That others have the habit Of forgetting their's the while. So, I'll never leave my smile at home In spite of drear, dark days, But will take it ever with me, To be my pal always. -Nellie Anson. o A WINTER SCENE Unpainted, tall, and with an unimposing air, a farm house stood on a hill, on the western side of a forest, separated from it only by a road. The lawn, drifted with snow, seemed to claim the road as a part of itself enveloping it in a part of the drift. Two tall chimneys were built on the western and northern sides of the house. They seemed to have the attitude of stern sentinels guard- ing the two huge sugar-nut and maple trees to the west, and the three trees, two maple and the other a hack-berry, to the east. To the north, yet under the branches of the center maple tree, stood a snow man, obese to say the least, with his arms, which were stick- ing straight out, supported by forked branches. A branch with upward curving ends formed the suggestion of a hat brim. His features were made of twigs imbedded in his chilly snow-ball head. He, too, seemed to be a guardian of the hill, for he had two faces, one watching over the now ungraceful skeleton of a grape arbor, and the other commanding the enfenced entrance to the lawn. A brave little squirrel, an inhabitant of the forest who had defied the snowy guard, was industriously carrying some corn which he had discovered in the road, back to his home. He seemed to be the only cheer- ful being on that cheerless and sunless hill. But suddenly the inanimate scene changed. The house winked at the squirrel as the curtain at a window moved. The sun burst forth in I-:ni .1 5,1-.11 1-.init-1.1n1..1i.11-11-1- qaoinxnz--qui-as--1 -1.-11.11-1-.1--xozogoif :I inxnzo fv H n --..g. Flifvfjj-771.219