Catholic Central High School - Banner Yearbook (Fort Madison, IA)

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FIFTY-FOUR

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WITH AN APOLOGY TO SHAKESPEARE To cram or not to cram, that is the question, VVhether it is nobler in the mind to suffer The toils and struggles as are NVisdom's price, Or take up arms against a host of volumes And by sheer laziness ignore them? To work-to strike No moreg and by a strike to say we end The brain-ache and a thousand natural shocks The head is heir to.- Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished.-To work,-to strike, To strike,-perchance to flunk-ay, tl1ere's the rub. And in the questions for exams, what dreams may come When we have shuffled off this grinding task, Must give us pauseg there's the respect That makes calamity of so low a mark. For who would bear the whips and scorns of time The last place in the class, a blank diploma's stare, The pangs of wasted time,-for injustice ne'er delays- The cruelty of disclosure and the spurns That quaking merits of the dullard takes When he himself might his quietus make . By one bold stroke? Who would tortures bear To grunt and sweat as his brain he cudgels But that the dread of something at the end, The secret terrors of the questions in whose power It is to flunk, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have Than fly to others that we know not of? Thus failure does made cowards of us all. And thus the native hue of good resolves Ts sicklied o'er with the pale cast of fear. And, enterprises in the classroom's sphere Take phantom shapes and brains in anguish turn away And lose the power of action.-Soft you now! The bell for study-hour.-Study-for an hour! Be all resolves remembered. FIFTY-THREE

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I DOMESTIC SCIENCE OR DOMESTIC ART WHICH? One day while chancing to pass through the upper corridor, I heard ll faint sound as of music, which continually grew loufler as I strolled slowly along: but alas! the beauty of the heavenly music which I at first imagined I heard. was nothing more than the familiar voices of a mere Freshman and a very, very experienced Sophomore, and I rccogiiizetl them immediately as belonging to Marcella Hesse and Lavina Mt-rtens. At first the conversation was just of the ordinary type. They discussed the weather, the exams, the next movie, a party and all the other things that vt-alous high-school students discuss, but suddenly what is that I hear? I prick- ed up my ears, for I heard two words that fit once startled me into attention, Domestic Science and Domestic Art. And here is the conversation as it came to me. Lavina: VVell, Marc, how's Domestic Science by this time? Marcella: just fine and dandyg I really don't see how anything could be better. Lavina: Say don't let it fool you that way, just wait till you take Domestic Art. Why you will not be able to see how you could ever think your first course was just the thing. Marcella Cangrilyj: You need not try to high-hat me that way just because you happen to be one class ahead of me. Even if I am only a Freshman, don't forget, you're only a Sophomore. Lavina: Here now, you need not fly off about it. But slave to slave, and man to man, don't you really think sewing will be of much more use to you than cooking? FIFTY-FIVE