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

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WHAT HAVE I DONE? Sitting alone in the fast-fading light, Yes, all alone in the dusky twilightg Thinking,- how' many kind words did I say? How many burdens made lighter this day? Did I speak kindly when others spoke cross, Seeking the pure gold instead of the dross? Trying to be, not a cloud, but a ray? Whose burden have I made lighter this day? I wonder if some one was cheered by my smile, Or whether I've given a frown all the while? To whisper of evil have I said nay? Wliose burden have I made lighter this day? Ah, 'tis well for us all to consider .. I-Iow much better are kind words than bitter! How cheerful smiles help to brighten the wayl Whose burdens have I made lighter this day? ANNA LEE THRELKELD, '1o. S-S-S-S-S. ' Sally sat softly singing Someone, Seeing Sam Silverton sauntering slowly southward, she stopped. Sally, said Sam, severely, somebody said Silas Sullivan strolled Sallyward Saturday. So FU said Sally, sweetly. Silas Sullivan's soft, spoke Sam, shortly. Spouts silly songs! Send Silas sprinting, Sally. Sylvia Somerville suits such sapheads. She's spoonyf' Sally sat silent, strumming sweet strains. Say, sweetheart, sputtered Sam, Sally Silverton sounds swell. See? Sam,'l shrieked she, so sudden!-'stonishingly soli' Sam seemed satisfied. C675

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Miss Carpenter did not mention the Vision of Sir Launfaln again, and no one but the Juniors and Aunt Sylvia Qan elocution teacher, by the Way, who possessed wigs and many other articles of make-up j ever knew of the trick they had played on their English teacher. BERNICE W, EGELSTON, '1o. COMEDY OF ERRORS. He was one of those long, sad-faced persons who never seem to be able to resist the opportunity for a little reform work. He came into a crowded car one day, and took a seat beside an inoffensive-looking individual, smoking a big, black cigar and reading a newspaper. He at once began to worry the reader with qiiestions. ,A S'iq?lifhe began, did you vote for Bryan the last time he ran FW The reader looked up and grunted an unencouraging UNO. Sir,,' he began again, will you allow your son to smoke cigarettes when he is grown ? I'd never given it a thought, returned the reader. He gasped. And, he continued, faintly, 'lwill you permit him to taste an intoxicant ? Again the reader said he had never thought of it. ' Oh, panted the sad-eyed man, can such people exist? To tl1ink - Look here, you mean well, no doubt, but lct me tell you that l've been a confirmed bachelor for the last forty years, and know nothing of children. Then the sad eyes of the sad-faced man became bright, here was a man, a bachelor, who actually confessed he knew nothing of children. He at once began a second series of questions. CLARICE MCELROY, ,IO. C667

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BIOGRAPHY OF WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE. William Shakespeare was born in the reign of King Lear. He was the son of Macbeth, a Merchant of Venice, who was a just man and believed in giving Measure for M easure. Shakespeare's childhood was a solitary oneg he spent much of his time wandering in the lealless woods, listening to the lVinter'.s' Tale. In the reign of Henry VI., directly after that of King John, he went to Egypt, accompanied by Two Gentlemen of Verona, to visit the scenes of the historic and romantic lives of Antony and Cleopatra. While there, he met Romeo and Juliet, and was so captivated by the beauty and grace of the latter, a sister of H ainletf that he determined to Caesar from Romeo. Because of the interference of Othello, another rival, and also of Romeo, his love affair became a Comedy of Errors. In a 'l empcst of rage, he slew both his rivals, and returned to England with Juliet. They were married the Twelfth Night, and spent a pleasant honeymoon with the Merry Vlfives of hl'indsor. Juliet, however, was not quite as gentle as she looked, for she continually created Much Ado About Nothing, and poor Shakespeare was forced to attempt the Turning of the Shrew. However, in this case, L0ife's LCll?07'iS Lost, and he had to make the best of it. ' This part of his life was much like a troubled Midsunirner Nighfs Dream, so he returned to his native town, where he spent the rest of his days writing plays for the uplifting of future gen- erations. VVhile walking in the woods, he contracted a severe cold, which resulted in his death. He died with the words All's Well that Ends Well upon his lips. As YOU LIKE IT. C633