Dallas City High School - Reflector Yearbook (Dallas City, IL)

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gesvy . -'U 35. 'jf 1911 ,,' 1' - as ,A .f , yr , i 'v X ' fy 4 S . Who, to the Seniors in German, gave lessons too long for their comfort. Next in their progress, the Seniors must go through the History of England. This was a study consisting of almost all books in the High school But manya lecture by Miss Hale kept anxious pupils from failing. Then when the lessons were over, and the work of the day was completed. Swiftly they hurrid away, to the scene of the Basket Ball practice There on the floor midst the players stood Cockrell teaching them team work For, in his estimation this practice was needed in brainwork. But mingled with all of this pleasure. the Seniors worked on their Physics. And at the end of the quizes, earned all the grades that he gave them. One day rang the bell in the beltry, and from all parts of the High School Pupils marched to the class room, but the air was full of mischief For all the Seniors agreed, that they too long had been quiet, And on the walls of the schoolroom, much to the woe of the Juniors Hung their beautiful pennant, the work of six fun loving Seniors Loud from the pavement below, arose the shouts of the painters Who tastefully had adorned the walk with the emblem of the Senior's, Showing the signs of a contest between the Seniors and Juniors Thus with work and play we happily passed through the High School. Then thanks to teachers and schoolmates, we won by varied experiences A record of four useful school years, years of many achieve- ments. Achievements of every sort, the Hnest, our Year Book, the Alma. ELVA GRIFFITHS, '11. Senior Subscription Squad it 9 A W, L Qi T jute, , 27 QA . 'f.4.1.-,Y--- ..., ,H ,,.,. .

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f k'fw E 1911 i bmw 'N Then from the High School of LaHarpe, one member joined with the Sophomores, Now worked, the Class of Eleven for their pedagogue, F. W. Henselmeier. Little but mighty was he, this teacher of Latin and German, Fair haired and blue eyed was he, but with a temper suiting his calling, Got much more work from the Sophies than they ever thought there was in them. And, with the help of Miss Cowdin, these Sophies studied their English Studied with fun and reproving, the mysteries of Shakespeare and Lowellg Everyone in the classroom, Miss Cowdin firmly expected To learn the lines on A June Day or recite some of Antony's speeches. Thus, together in peace, lived these quiet and studious Sophies, Lived through their second year and received the nickname of Sissies, Several members for reasons too numerous to mention Deserted the Sophomores, until at the end of the schoolyear Only nine of the eighteen now remained on the class roll But at the end of vacation, the Juniors of ninteen ten Started once more at their work: Gus Williams governing Geometry. Manyamaid as she came into classroom opened her text book And, with eyes glued to the lesson, trembled to think of his quizes. Happy was he who could answer this teacher's innumerable questions. Many a Junior, coming to class, not well knowing his lesson Wondered whether to say I don't know, or to take a sly peep at his lesson But through this terrible bugbear, all but three then emerged safely, Thus passed three years, and these students no longer were Juniors. They were a studious bunchg but their class on account of their lessons Decreased until at the end of the school year, but six of the class were remaining, They were all Seniors, now, with the heart and hopes of a Senior Seniors of Eleven, were they called, for that was the year they expected That they would graduate and join in the ranks of alumni. But of all teachers this year, Miss Wright was the most un- relenting Little Lela M. Wright the teacher of German and Latin S 26 ?04- .f ff J il . .. ,I 3, -i . , . . M .f .sg gifs eazasmrsmeg,

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NAUGHTY N:-ir ip o Q 4 1911 wx X. . M E SENIOR Virg Logan, our dignified Senior gay, Aspired one day to Hy away. Above the tree tops and clouds hovering low, Far from his taunting school-mates below. But why did our school-mate attempt such a Hi To leave us below and pass from our sight. For many a night he'd been trying to cram, To credibly pass the final exam. So when the dreaded hour drew near, There grew in his heart a terrible fear. A fear that he also might not pass, And could no longer be in the Senior class. So up he flew to escape all schools, And never more be bothered by rules. But up in that broad expanse of blue. He grew tired, and hungry and lonesome too, For no Mary was there to cheer his days With her noisy laugh and taking ways. He said. The sky's not a good place to be, Mary's eyes are blue enough for me. So repenting his rashness and folly too, He came back to earth to start anew. To all our joy and his taunter's sorrow, He appeared in class again on the morrow. gm M. E. D. '11 F Q! EE i g ' 8 ' esjgvggxfx