Bement High School - BIM Yearbook (Bement, IL)

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'There's fifty off your German grade For dropping marbles on the floor. For eating candy or chewing gum You loose just fifty more. These are the many the many thorns That flourish in our high school.’ “ ‘What use are they? What use are they?’ Phe verdant Junior asked. ‘To make you strong; to make you strong.' The wise old Senior said. ‘The thorns, they teach you how to talk. To read good books and such, To find the values of x and y. An sprech ein wenig Dutch, If it weren't for the thorns, You wouldn’t count for much. So don’t grumble at the thorns That flourish in our high school. ” At the witching hour of twelve everybody returned to the rooms above, ready for a grand frolic. But the faculty, showing its thorns to good advantage, frowned upon this proceeding, and brought such pressure to bear upon the rose and rose-bud that fifteen minutes later the building was left alone to its dreams of the past and future.

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“The third part of the stem is small and delicate, she resorts to such strenuous exercise as taking lonely walks, and living on ‘air.’ “The last but by no means the least in the composition of the stem is much interested in law, and may she be a joy forever. The stem is undoubtedly of vast importance. If it is weak the rose and bud cannot attain their rightful size and beauty. If, on the other hand, there are vitality, common sense and other requisites necessary to proper guidance and support, the outside world is made to gaze in awe and admiration at its wonderful product. For the work so nobly accomplished (as the rose indicates) we owe a debt of gratitude. However, we cannot refrain from calling your attention to a quotation which may be suitably applied. ‘The gladness of their gladness, and the sadness of their sadness aren’t in it with the madness of their madness when they’re mad.’ Although the debt cannot be suitably paid it can be paid in part so ’although here’s to the rose and the rose bud, we’ll sure give a toast them’; but if we part, with all our hearts, we'll give a toast to the good ‘old’ stem.” The last was a toast to “The Thorns,” by a Junior. “ ‘Why are there thorns with every rose?’ The verdant Junior asked. ‘To stick you with ; to stick you with!’ The wise old Senior said. ‘What makes you look so tired and pale?’ The verdant Junior asked. ‘Oh, I’ve been stuck; ch, I’ve been stuck.’ The wise old Senior said. ‘With every stem in every school. There’s thorns a-plenty, kid. You cannot get away from them. They simply won’t be hid, When you’re as wise as I am You’ll sure take off your lid To the many thorns that flourish In our high school.’ “ ‘Where are these thorns? Where are these thorns?’ The verdant Junior asked. ‘They’re everywhere; they’re everywhere.’ The wise old Senior said. ‘Please show me some! Please show me some!’ The verdant Junior begged, ‘Just come with me, Just come with me.’ The wise old Senior said.

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£be IDcrp IRert 2)av ’Twas the day before exams, And all through the school, Every student was trying To break not a rule. And the clock was ticking The hours away. For—it knew what would happen The very next day. In the office our superintendent sat, With anxious face and dull cravat. He wonders why the fires won’t burn. And why the students cannot learn. The look on his face is very gray, For—he knows what will happen The very next day. In the library a senior crams, Always dreading those awful exams. On his face is a most forlorn look, As he anxiously scans his Physics Book. And the look on his face is just one way, For—he knows what will happen The very next day. In the assembly room with it’s merry hum, Sits a freshman with look very glum, He is working away with all his might To find the cause of day and night; And the look on his face is just one way, For—he knows what will happen The very next day. The juniors and sophs the fun do poke, For they think exams are just a joke; And they make the paper wads hum To hit the ear of a studious one. And the looks on their faces are very gay, Yet—they know what will happen The very next day. The paper basket has no face, But it seems to be out of it’s usual place. It does not like to have to hold Exam papers with “40’s’ as of old. And now it seems to tip and sway, For—it knows what will happen The very next day.