Covington High School - Lest We Forget Yearbook (Covington, KY)

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MEASURE FOR MEASURE. HI just think itis too mean ! XVhat do you think of that! NVe never can learn all that in one night. VVasn't she mad, though! These remarks, with others too numerous to mention, fell from the lips of a class of high school girls and boys, as they filed out of the recitation room after a lesson in English. A stranger would have thought a riot was threatening. judging from the indignant expressions on the faces of the pupils. They soon stopped talking about it-whatever it was-however, for they all went upstairs to the study room after English class. At noon several girls held an indignation meetingi' in the yard. They were juniors, and when pupils become juniors, they hate to be punished. The very idea! said Rosalie. To try to make us mem- orize all that stuff to-night! A basketball game this afternoon, too!,' groaned Betty. VVel1, we just wonyt do it! exclaimed Polly, energetically. The boys are just as mad as we are. Let's go to her house and tie her in her bedroom, darkly suggested Madge, the impractical one. VVe'll Imwe to think of some plan, agreed all. f'Yes, but what ? asked Nethla, who had remained quiet up to this time. h Oh, something terrible, answered all the girls with delight- ful lucidness! Neth, you ought to be able to think of something, said Betty. You're smarter than we are. Now, stir around, and we'll outwit the madamf' K'XVell, I hnfzfe thought of something! Now, keep still, girls, and I'll tell you. The girls all put their heads together, while Neth revealed her plan. Wlieii she finished, four excited girls jumped up, with varied exclamations of delight, and four hands clapped Nethla vigorously on the back. 'Q C637

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AS YOU LIKE IT. We have here among us twelve teachers most learned, And when they've controlled us their money they've earned. Ye Student Staff incomes would gladly receive, For all of your members its needs do perceive. Devoted to Orpheus, our Glee Club of boys, But all they accomplish resembles harsh noise. Debates do the civics class proudly achieve, They hold courts of justice and furnish the thieves. In football and baseball and all other games, The athletes of High School a great name do claim. Ye Chorus, take warning, beware sudden death From overtaxation and much wasted breath. In drama their histrionic powers some show, Their plays are quite good, but their acting's so slow. Ye chemists are strongest in smash-ups and smell, VVhile oft from their room comes a wild, piercing yell. EDA HERRM.ANN, 'o9. COX'S ARMY. This is Cox's little army, Four long years of service A merry, good-natured clang With this educational band, Not a hobo among them, It's hard to make such dullards . Like the other Cox's gang. Be able to understand. Not like the other army, That in the years that are to come Out of sight, out of miud g No matter in what estate, This little army is made of stuff They will think of Cox's army, That is mighty hard to find. And wish to change the date. WILLIAM J. SANDFORD. C627

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'fNeth, you old duck, I knew you'd do it! cried Betty, Nethla's bosom friend. 'Rah, 'rah, 'rah for Neth -- this from Madge. I can see us memorizing the 'Vision of Sir Launfal, in a single night! said Polly, gleefully and ironically. Takes girls like Neth to think out such things, said Rosalie, with decision. The girls are ahead of the boys, as usual. Bob, I want you to go down to Aunt Sylvia's with me to- night, said Nethla to her brother at dinner. I will explain, and then you'll be glad to go - as Bob attempted to decline. Miss Carpenter, your dear friend - Bob made a wry face, ordered the whole class to memorize, to-night, the whole of the 'Vision of Sir Launfal,'-because one boy talked in class. Now, of course, we car1't do it, and, what's more, We don't intend to try. So we decided on a plan to get ahead of Madam C. I'l1 reveal it to you after we've accomplished our purpose. VVell, I'll go with you, then. Auntielll help you, if anybody can. I'd do 'most anything to assist in a trick on Miss Carpenter. I don't forget how she treated me when I was a kid in high school. Nethla ignored his lofty termg she needed his aid in getting to Aunt Sylvia's and back. The principal of the high school sat in his office. He was not very busy. and soon pushed aside the few papers on the desk. I wish some college professor would deign to give us a talk, he mused. I know the pupils would enjoy it. We haven't had one this year. just then a tall figure appeared in the door. The principal rose to greet the caller. I am from the Westover Co-educational College, said the lady, handing him her card. I was going through the town, and, finding that I would have to wait several hours for a train, I resolved to visit your school. VVhat a nice building it is! Yes, Miss Bates, he answered. We are very proud of our school. It was erected only ten years ago, so we have every advantage and convenience. The whole town is pleasant, said Miss Bates. When I was quite small, I used to visit here. I attended a small private school here for one year. The place has changed much since then. C647