Beloit High School - Trojan Yearbook (Beloit, KS)

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The Football Victim He rather thought he'd tackle The foot ball fad awhile, Being young and very supple And put up in proper style. So he joined a crack eleven And he practiced day and night, Till, in fine, he quite imagined He was soaring out of sight. Restless was he, much impatient As he labored with a will, For he knew a world was waiting To applaud his clever skill. Time rolled on, as time does always, Till at last it fairly flew, And there came the happy moment For his great and grand debut. Fame was trembling in the balance, A Praise was perching on the lips Of the surging crowd that gathered, Sending up hurrahs and hips.' But behold! the game progresses! See our hero's agile form As it sweeps the field in glory, Ploughing thro' a human storm! if Ik i U if 1 Time passed on as time does always, Crowd is gone-the game is done, Hero still alive and breathing, And behold the glory won: Eye knocked out and finger broken, i Slight contusion on the cheek Voice is sprained and tongue is bitten Cannot whisper, talk or speak, Clavicle misplaced and injured, Sternum twisted out of shape, Nose is bloody, red and swollen, And his other eye wears crapeg Four front teeth, alas, are missing, Knee cap gone, leg out of joint, Duodenum smashed to splinters- Hero fails to score his point. Sutures in the skull are fractured, Dorsal vertebrae is rent, . Six phalanges stretched to breaking, Life's deft spirit nearly spent. Hero dreams of mighty battles Till reaction racks his frame, Then he whispers Where am I at, Take! oh, take my hard won famel' I 3

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My dear Freshmen, said the teacher, while instructing the class in com- position, you should not attempt any flights of fancy, but simply be your- selves, and write what is in you. Do not imitate any other person's writings, or draw inspiration from outside sources. As a result of this advice one of the boys turned in the following composition: We should not attempt any fiites of fancy, but rite what is in us. In me thare is my stummick, lungs, hart, liver, two apples, one piece of pie, one stick of lemon candy and my dinner. A COMPOSITION FROM THE PHYSIOLOGY CLASS Breath is made of air. We breathe with our lungs, our lights, our liver and kidneys. If it wasn't for our breath we would die when we slept and never wake up. Our breath keeps the life a-going through the nose when we are asleep, and the noise it makes doing it is sometimes awful. Boys that stay in a room all day should not breathe. They should wait until they get out- doors where there is more room. Girls kill the breath with corsets that squeezes the diagram. Girls can't holler or run like boys because there dia- gram is squee' ed too much. Diagrams are delicate and girls are fools to squeeze them just to look thin. If I was a girl I had rather be a boy so I could run and holler and have a great big diagram and fun. What are you looking at, Bess? Oh, just watching that green Hill. Davis: Who took Lila to the dance last night? Burroughs: Dave, I guess. Davis: Wliidh-Dave? Burroughs: Oh, the one that asked her first, of course. INTERIOR VIEW FIRST PRIMARY GRADE, CENTRAL BUILDING