Beloit High School - Trojan Yearbook (Beloit, KS)

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n$g0 TROJAN VERSE CHARLOTTE WARD THOUGHTS ABOUT THOUGHTS Unreserved, unimagined sketches of thought. Unrestricted, unconnected;—and yet it brought To me a definite, clear-cut sensation Of the world standing still and I in rotation. Whirling up and up to dizzying heights, Coming down in a world of up-going lights. Out in far-fetched fields of the mind, Back to the center, my eyes burned blind. Some teachers falsely think they have taught Keen, calm, consequential thought. To the safety first minds of some old men Such things don’t live—even now and then, Such thoughts of mine are impossible trash And they won’t bring in one cent of cash. But say—you haven’t begun to live your life. If you haven’t a notion of thought in strife; Thoughts that tear at well-built society gates; And pass on to the blue at unimagined rates; Springing back with a fly and a tilt of the notes, To center on history, written in prose. Psychologists say that it can’t be done, That each thought relates to the following one, But I dare Psychologist, and you, if you please, To follow these tracks that I made with ease. THOUGHTS IN E. M. C.’s CLASS Pert little Miss History sailed out one day To snatch at a date that was running away. She had caught him a dozen times before Yet he slid out the window or crept out the door. She pounced on the date with vigor and vim And said to herself, “Now I’ve got him”. And try as she might to keep the elf in, He slipped out to visit the rest of his kin. She cried at the rogue and clutched thin air, Then gave a big sigh and gave up in despair. She visioned an F if she missed the date— The Spanish Armada in 1588. PENCILS A pencil wrting vigorously, studiously. Because the owner has so little time In which to get his lessons. Just a small bit of a pencil; I think it used to be yellow. It has tooth marks on it, And a bit of old eraser Which no longer erases clean. The pencil stops, rises in the air, Then goes momentarily to the owner’s mouth. After reflective moments, It is again at work Hastily scribbling important messages. Another pencil across the aisle, Writes slowly, languidly, Merely drawing the letters. It is a beautiful pencil, Tall, slim, decidedly yellow And with a large clean eraser. The pencil makes beautiful letters, too— Well-proportioned, perfectly rounded. The owner pauses, looks out the window, Smiles at a friend, and resumes writing. She writes two words— Her first name and her last name. She looks critically at them, Then rewrites them to see If they can’t be made a little more artistic. After writing them five times, She smiles in approval And continues staring out the window. As far as hygiene is concerned We prefer the last case, But otherwise I think— But what do you think? May, 1932 Page Seven

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T e TROJAN Modern Minervas S ELIZABETH HUBBARD SINCE MERELY a picture did not seem enough honor to allot to the nieritous faculty of B. H. S., it was deemed necessary to write a few words in regard to each member of the school Minervas. The overalled man in the extreme upper left corner is Mr. Rees, the vocational agriculture teacher. His domain is the hig ag room on the lower floor. Here he supervises and bosses the F. F. A.—teaching them to become the excellent stock raisers and cereal growers of the future. The smiling lady next to him is Miss Kirtland, the English supervisor. She also teaches public speaking, and controls the literary flights of the Journalism class. Almost any afternoon after school, one may be directed to her room by the continual chatter and clatter that issues forth. Miss Tinkler sought a shady spot under a tree when she saw the kodak approaching. She trains erring fingers on their paths over the typewriting keys. Many are the students who are startled out of troubled dreams at night by her voice calling “time”. In the oval is Miss Hundertmark. who teaches Latin verbs and Gallic wars to ambitious people. Also, she teaches Sophomore English. She coached the very successful Junior play. Better Than Gold. Next in line is Miss Green, the Home Economics teacher. It is she who causes the appetizing odors so rampagent in the upper hall. It is a usual, although frequently useless feat to beg at the Domestic Science door for a hand-out. The fatherly looking gentleman in the corner is Mr. lines, who has charge of the science department. He really doesn't look like that at all in class, where he causes his blameless students to mix all kinds of unspeakable concoctions in the laboratory. “P. V.” is the sponsor of the Hi-Y club. Beginning the lower row is Miss Guard. She teaches French. English and biology, and is G R. sponsor. Very soon she is going to change her name to the chiming of wedding bells. The school isn't invited to that event, however. The favored man is Mr. Carmichael, whose picture is appropriately situated just next. His special field is History and Spanish, with which he proceeds to fill the open minds of his pupils. He is also debate coach, and head of the tennis team. Miss Woolverton teaches mathematics and normal training classes in a jovial manner. It is generally admitted that mathematicians are witty and she is no exception to the rule. The handsome man next in line is Mr. Hink-hottse. He teaches manual training and every spring the common public is allowed to view the works of art made under his supervision at an exhibit. He has charge of intra-mural sports. Miss Bollman rules the big room on the northwest with a velvet glove. Here the commercial students assemble in order to learn the fine arts of commerce. Miss Brown presides over the Freshman in their struggles with Algebra and English. Next year she will have a class in art. Ike is guardian and guardsman of the athletes of B. H. S. Judgment was first passed on Ike as a coach who could make speeches in chapel Now he is acknowledged as a real guy’’ as well. Miss Miller is the director of girls' athletics. Besides her gvm classes, she teaches algebra and physiology and has charge of G. A. A. Despite her enormous size, she daily braves the dangers of flying heels, balls and fists in her rigorous tasks. Miss Carnahan is our lively little music director. What Mary can't get with her smile and twinkle just about can't be gotten. Thiss Puss-in-Boots is Margaret Annan. Clerk of the Board of Education. Among other things she supplies the demands of ingenous students for everything from newspapers to pins. Page Six May. 1032

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TROJAN Eureka—We Have Found It! b MILDRED ARMOUR ENSHROUDED in the crumbling walls of an ancient city, are many memories, memories of renouned warriors, a beautiful woman and adventure. These memories have created a legend, the legend of Troy. These shrouded memories lived in Troy long ago in the twilight of the glory of the Gods and in the lifting dawn of civilization. A physically perfect race of people, the Trojans gained a culture and a renoun for themselves by their deeds. Their mode of living was simple, characterized by their love of Troy and their worship of the Gods. Troy was a city surrounded by a high wall, and each man was pledged to protect the security of Troy. Troy bound its citizens to itself by its beauty, its tradition, and its hopes. For nine years Troy was beseiged for the sake of the lovely Helen, by the Greeks, and on the tenth it fell. The two armies were so evenly matched that only the decision of the Gods could determine the end of the war. The Gods frowned on Ilium and favored Greece by giving the victory to the Greeks through strategem. The victory was so complete that Troy was destroyed. “ hen the gray dawn appeared, unsightly heaps of ashes, and smouldering embers, intermingled with calcined bones, and piles of blackened ruins, and lurid volumes of smoke rolling up to the skies alone remained to indicate where Troy had been. A city and a nation had passed out of existence.” But the memory, the legend of Troy still exists. The Trojans fought for ten years. They lost their fight, but they won a fame far more lasting. As they fought those long years, they did not know that'their victory would be the undying legend of valor. Their spirit was unconquerable, their courage infinite; and uppermost in their minds was their pledge to protect Troy. Such is the spirit of Beloit High school. The scholars, athletes, and artists of B. H. S. always think of their loyalty to the school before any thought of self-attainment. These warriors of B. H. S. are very much like the Trojans in their majesty or sorrow following a combat. Many of our heroes go out to a single combat to win or lose as the Trojans fought in singles. The Trojans rode out to their battles in splendid chariots, with straining steeds to defy the cast of the opponent's spear. Although the contestants were of unequal qualities, they rode with the same dash and valor to defy defeat. Palamedes was the intellectual rival of all of Greece and to him are accredited the invention of chess, backgammon, weights and measures, and the regulation of the lunar division of time. He was the most inventive spirit of his time. He was progressive because he introduced important military modifications, such as the battle line and the posting of sentinels. He was stoned to death early in life for treason only to be found innocent, after il was too late. He was a scholar, an initiative among his associates, and to him we compare our scholars and students of science. Priam, King of Troy, was so gifted with speech that he won, by his plea, the body of Hector, his son, from the Greeks. Our debators, public speaking students and dramatic students aspire to the art of Priam. Great warriors like Hector, called the King of Men, and Paris correspond to our athletes—ever flushed with victory, ever expectant of success. Each activity of our school has an outstanding Trojan, who, straining ahead, attains victory, and in doing so reflects on the entire school all the glory and glamour of Troy. The Trojans were individuals, giving their best to gain an individual success, but all deemed themselves one because they were Trojans. The actual binding cord was their name. They were born Trojans and they died Trojans. Fhe students of B. H. S. had long felt the need of a name for the school. At various times they were everything from Crows to Panthers. The name Buffaloes, which was used for a while, was a good name, but it too lacked the meaning which was needed. The Journalism class of '32 finally decided upon Trojans. This name appealed to everyone. Yes. it would build a common tradition around the school activities. The athletic teams of B. II. S. took the Trojan pledge in a ceremony given in chapel. They pledged themselves to bear honorably and to fight for the name Trojans. This nameless loyalty had found no tangible expression until the Trojan appeared. With him came his pledge, his courage, his loyalty and his ambitions for B. II. S. Page Eight May. 1032