Curtis High School - Curtis Annual Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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WHAT EVERY PUPIL KNOWS William fenters and walks up and down, in thoughtj: I must try to recite that selection now, for the niorrow'll be here before I know it. I've done all the other work and hope no one will in- terrupt me. Voice foutsidej : VVillie! Willie! Wherels Willie? He's got my skate key. Willie! William floudj: All right, I'll bring it, I forgot I had that in my pocketf' fGoes out.j VVilliam Centeringj: Let me see, how does it begin P Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace -- Voice foutsidej : VVillie! VVillie! William: Oh, pshaw! CLoudj I say, jackie, you run awayg that's a good bov. I want to learn my piece. Iill give you a stick of candy when I get somefl Voices fwhistling and singing are heardj: I saw Washington cross the Delaware. NVilliam: just hear that! VVhen a fellow is fairly desperate over his school work! That's Fred Jones and brother Tom. CLoudj I say, jones, clear out nowg go out on the street, anywhereg only don't let me hear your noise. fWhistling and singing grow fainter.j William: There, I guess that's the ideaf, . Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once moreg Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace there's nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humility, But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then --U ' Voice foutsidej: 'WVilliam! VVil1iam! You must go. down to the janitor at once. Jack and Tom have both gone out.' VVilliam: Well, that's mother, now. fLoudj I'll come soon. . Voice foutsidej: Come right away, the fire's almost out. fExit William. He returns all out of breath.j Seventy-seven

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WITH APOLOGIES TO SHAKESPEARE Ut will be noticed that Hamlefs famous lines have made a great im pression on 145.5 To fail, or not to fail, that is the question Whether 'tis nobler with the class to suffer From long assignments of outrageous teachers, Or to take zeroes in all our subjects And by so doing fail in them. To fail, to loaf, No more, and by loaiing to say we end The headache and the thousand other ills That students art heir to. 'Tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To fail, to loaf: Perchance to miss an opportunity-Ay, there's the rub For in that lapse of laziness, what chances may come When we have shuffled off the studentis cares Must give us pause. Thereys the respect That makes calamity of a Hunker's life, For who would bear the whips and scorns of teachers, The oppressor's wrong, the wise studentls contumely, The pangs of despised efforts, low marks' delays, The insolence of the successful, and the spurns That a patient student of the unworthy takes, When he himself might his quietus make With ,a round zero? VVho would speeches bear, To grunt and sweat over a dry old book, But that the dread of something later in life Some undiscovered opportunity which knocks Once only at our door, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those cares we have Than play hookey even in winter time? Thus conscience does make students of us all And thus the native hue of rebellion Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of obedience And pupils with no pitch or moment With this regard their efforts turn to work And lose the name of flunkers. Seven ty-six

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William: That's done, I wonder what it will be next! There will be more interruptions, I am sure-- Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more, Or close the wall up with our English dead. In peace therels nothing so becomes a man As modest stillness and humilityg But when the blast of war blows in our ears, Then imitate the action of the tigerg Stiffen the sinews, summon up the blood, Disguise fair nature with hard-favour'd rageg Then lend the eye a terrible aspect, Let it -- , QThe barking of a dog is heard.j That's Prince, he wants some- thing or other. Oh, how many interruptions I do have! I say, Princeg you keep still. QBOW, wow, wow.j Clear out, I say! Tom, Tom, call away that dog. Voice foutsidej: What is it, William? VVilliam: UOh, mother, do shut that dog up! I can't learn my memory work at all. fDog howls till he seems to be seized and put outj That's a good motherf' '4Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more 3-U Voice foutsidej : Oh, William, VVilliam ! VVilliam: Do go away, will-you? Voice foutsidej: You don't know what I know. VVilliam: No, nor do I want to. I just wish to be let alone. Voice Coutsidej : 'KBut it's so curious l William: I wonder what it is? Once more unto- I wonder if its about next Sunday's game. I say, Nellie !,' Q Voice Coutsidej : What do you want ? William: What is it you know ? Voice Qoutsidej: Oh, never mind! You said you didn't wish to knowf' William: How tantalizing- Once more unto-- f Seventy-aight