Covert High School - In Flight Yearbook (Covert, MI)

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t N lVlY .PRINCIPAL She is my principal: ' l shall not want. She maketh me stand before the assembly: She leadeth me into the classrooms, She restoreth my average: She leadeth me from the paths of failure for mine own sake. Yea, though l walk through the assembly room each morning, l will fear no evilg ' For she is with meg Her rod and her book they follow me. She prepareth an exam before me ln the presence of my classmates. She scribbleth over my paperg And my average diminisheth. Surely she and her teaching will follow me all the days of my life And l will remember the eyes ol my principal, Forever. 'M HIGH SCHOOL OCCURRENCES Little boy lfreshman lost his sheep, ' An didn't know where to find it: ' lf he just wouldn't roam, but stay right at hoi:ne, Then nobodv else would mind it. I Little girl Sophomore went to sleep, : And dreamt she heard lfreshie talking. , She woke with a start with her hand on her heart. 'l'o tind but the juniors mocking. f . A bright Senior maid, with her hair in a braid, Fell in love with a Senior buddy. 4 They went for a stroll, stubbed their toes and did roll, Down a hill, and returned, Gosh! .Xll muddy! fMiXl:Ill'gZl1'fT llaskell. I P-MTX! l ??-'li f One day as l went to get a drink from a fountain, l found a wad of gum as big as a mountain.. The one who put it in lid like to know, ' The gum at him I would surely throw. ' t efllarriet lYagner. l'd like to paste it on his nose, i I How long it would stick there. no one knows, l I 39 ' l l l

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3, V-- BLESSINC-S:. ON COVERT HIGH Blessings on thee, worthy janitor, With they broom and tools in hand. It is thee who makes for me I The pleasant heat so warm and free. Luck to you my teachers all, With thy learning and great knowledge. It is you who teach me how To read and write, and down life's hard road to plow. Success to you, my dear schoolmates, How dear to my heart you are! -For it is you who causes school to be More pleasant and valuable to me. To the schoolboard, everyone, XN'ith your good judgment and wisdom, I wish you success in school atlfairs That in the past years has rewarded your cares. In other words, Dear Covert High, I wish the parting of ways were not nigh, And I hope that in all you do You have complete success, for I LOVE YOU. -Clara Calabrese. THAT DOMESTIC SCIENCE CLASS W'hen our last dish is clean, and our towels are washed and dried When our aprons are dotted and our last sigh is sighed, I-Ye go into the ante room for Mrs. Andrews to present A written lecture, to which we all do deeply resent. The lecture seems to continue for hours and hours, Until our arms just ache, oh, that teacher of ours. She keeps on going faster as she bids us hasten fast, Until the bell begins to ring, and we are free at last. D -Margaret Volay. Three simple Freshmen were walking down the street When a Sophomore they did chance to meet. Salute, said the Sophomore. VVe salute, said the threeg And a Senior passing by said, Hey! Salute for me ! -Eleanor Taborsky. 38

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1 -il MR. NOBODY I know a funny little man, As quiet as a mouse, Xlfho does the mischief that is done ln everyone's school house. There's no one ever sees his face, And yet we all agree, That every piece of paper on the floor Has put there by Mr. Nobody. 'Tis he who always tears our books, VYho bangs the door aloud: He who whispers in an undertone And scatters notes afar. That squeaking pencil sharpener will always squeak For prithee, don't you see? XYe leave the oiling to be done Hy Mr. Nobody. The knife marks on the wall, lly none of us are made. We never leave the windows 'jar, To disturb the ventilation. The i11k we never spill, the papers That lie around, you see Are not our papers: they all belong To Mr. Nobody. -Margaret J. Varga. THE SESSION ROOM The prison windows were open, The warm spring air floated through. And the laughter of the children below us Made us yearn for freedom too. The guard at the front was scolding, As she watched o'er the restless throng. Oh, why! when the outdoors is calling, Must school hours be so long? The guard at the front is leaving, A sigh of relief goes 'round. But alas! we hear her returning, So we must toil steadily on. But these prison walls have sheltered us Through laughter and through tears. And with sorrow we think of leaving For the freedom of future years. -Ruth McCarty. , 40