Central High School - Zenith Yearbook (Duluth, MN)

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CHAUCER AND SHAKESPEARE APPLIED. Earle Richards.-An aiable and courteous gentleman. Mayme Bagley.-You are full of pretty answers. John McEwen.-And in his brain He hath strange places crammed With observation, the which he vents In mangled forms. Isaac Noxon.-You have a nimble wit. Clare McCoy.-I' faith, her hair is of a good colo1'. Marion McMillan.-Full well she song the service devyne And French she spak ful faire and fetisly. Margaret Smith.-She was so charitable and so piteous. James Dunn.-There was no man nowhere So vertuous. John Havdal.-O! but he is wise. Laurel Lewis .-A woman's thought runs before her actions. J oe VanBaalen.-With his mouth full of news. Charles Skuse, Hillary Smallwood and Frank Tilson.- Three proper young men, of excellent growth and presence. Gertrude Smith and Lulu Tyler.- And wheresoe'er we went, like J unols swans, t Still we Went coupled and inseparate. Mr. Kelley.-For sothe he was a worthy man withal, Of studie took he most care and most heed. Bernard Meldahl.-And though that he were Worthy, he was wys. And of his port as meek as is a mayde, Hillary Sniallwood.-With lokkes curled, as they were leyd press. Alice Dolan.-Of her smiling was full simple and coy. Eva J ohnson.-Here is a dear and true industrious friend. Raymond O'Keefe.--He is an honest man. Edith Briggs.-Your looks are full of speed.

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THE CICERO STRIKE. Has any one told you of our Cicero class, The delight U31 of all the school, Or how We clubbed together in mass And disobeyed the rule. One day our honored maitre, Mr. Hopkins, if you'd know the name, Thought he'd give it to us straighter, And overtax our brain. He gave us eight lines more Than we all thought we'd like. The upshot was a general roar, And we one by one did strike. We had hoped we might recite ' Just to show our little game, But were told that we might write The lesson just the same. We finished extra early, And Mr. Hopkins in surprise Looked up, pleased, tho' rather surlyg There was mischief in our eyes. One started and translated. As far as she had prepared. The laughter had not abated, Mr. Hopkins stood and stared. He called on all the rest, Their answers were the same, Of his patience it was a test, But him, I could not blame. Now, we think of that day of yore, And how dearly would we like To participate just once more, In the fun of the Cicero strike. ,,

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Althea Taylor.--Ful pleasant and amiable of port, William Brown,-And, certainly, he was a good felawe. Sterling Smith.-His studie was but litel on the Bible. Alice Cooley.--In felaweschip wel coude she laughe and carpe. Carl Daley.--C, sir! your presence is too bold and per- emptory. UI Byron Howard.-He is the king of honor. Charles Skuse.--He is a soldier, fit to stand by Caesar. Anna White.---Your mind is clearer, and your virtues the fairer. Louise Finkleson.-'She never yet was folish that was fair. Irma Richards.--So sweet in zealous contemplation. Dallas Trethewey.-The man is noble and his fame folds in. Teacher.- Make a sentence with the word 'dogma' for a subject. Bright Freshie.- The dog ma has three puppies. HWHEN THE l'llLLENlUM COMES. No more Latin, no more French, No more sitting on a hardwood benchg .And we Woulduit if we could Carry a stick of cord wood. No more German, no more Greek, No more going to Chester creek, And we wouldn't if we might Seek for the famous rock graphite. No more physics, no more history, No more of the initiating rnysteryg The Dons! Where are they? Out of sight? So endeth the study of the Spanish fight. No more tableaux, no more plays, No more of the High School ways: And We couldn't if we might . Yell as We did on debating night.