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

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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

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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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DEDICATION OF EXAIVIINATIONS About a week ago, our teachers brought forth upon each classroom black- board, an examination, conceived in difficulty and dedicated to the proposition that all students could work it. Then we were engaged in great mental agony, testing whether that student or any student, so engaged and so occupied, could long endure. . But in a larger sense, we could not begin, we could not work, .we could not complete that examination. The brave students, living and dead, who struggled here before us, have solved it far above our poor power to add or subtract. The faculty will little note nor long remember what we say here! It is for the on- coming generation, rather, to be dedicated here to the unlinished work which they who struggled before us, have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for the on-coming generation to be here dedicated to the great ta'sk remaining before us, so that the school, of the teachers, for the teachers, and by the teachers, shall not perish from the earth! , i I Blessed is the student that walketh in the counsel iof the faculty, and be- cometh a pet of his teachers, and sitteth in the good graces of his classmates. But his delight is in his books, and in his books doth he meditate, day and night. I And he shall be like a tree, planted by the pond in 'back of the school, that bringeth forth its fruit in each century, his memory also shall not wither, and whatsoever he do-eth shall prosper. 1 The unstudious are not so, but are like the ones expelled from school. Therefore the unstudious shall stand before the student council and before the congregation in the assembly. ' For the faculty liketh the way of the studiousg but' the way of the unstud- ious shall perish. 4Margaret Sebestyen. OUR SCHOOL Our school is the school I shall look to. It teacheth me to study with long patience, it gaineth me knowledge of much benefit. It restoreth my mind with things that are useful to me. Yes, while I study I think of the days of fun, but ,never regret the days of school that I have spent, toiling to prepare for the happy days to come. It prepareth a path for me, it teacheth me to followt in the right way. I shall always love and cherish this school for the rest of my life, and I will speak for Covert High forever. . I -Kathryn Karr. 41