Eugene High School - Eugenean Yearbook (Eugene, OR)

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Vi dai' ,-fs ,ta 'ff f,,g2Z:i P: ?. f': 2 f s, 5.1. .,,, 5 '15, ' . Page 4' L' ' K Zzzzgt ne . . ,Wing ., .... .. ,,,..i., - , f. 'I -1 ' ' ' gg Eighteen K Oregon 9 oets orner - Georgus Carolus. Georgius Carolus Geuillimus Stein. . Early and late Couldn't abate Studying studies too many to state. All that he studied, it went to his head, All that he held, Headward compelled, Diminished his legs while his cajnut it swelled Till one day, To his dismay He found that his body had vanished away. And thus he remained, So to speak, brained. His head having nothing beneath it sustained, Rolled to the floor, Out of the door, Away down the street and was seen nevermore. Here is a warning Clear as the morning, To the students who prudence and exercise scorning. To studies inclined, Like drunkards to wine, They'll depart in the same geometric design As Georgius Carollus Geuillimus Stein, QApologies to Minnesota 'fGopher. j Margaret Pratt. Mincemeat. Believing a little nonsense now and then Is relished by the best of men, I take my book and grab my pen And try to write to you again. I stood on the bridge at midnight, VVhen the clock was striking the hour, And-half a league, half a league, Half a league onward, Into the valley of death, rode- Yankee Doodle Dandy. , His old three-cornered hat And his breeches, and all of that, Are so queer. His nose is very thin, And it rests upon-the evening clouds, Like the last rose of summer Left standing alone, All its lovely companions Are faded and gone. O, why should the spirit of mortal be proud! Like-little Johnny Horner, Sat in a corner, Eating his Christmas pie, He put in his thumb -Xnd hauled out a-Greek Astronomer, Vilho said. 'll now propose to makeu- A man in the moon came down too soon, And inquired his way to Norwich. He went to the south and burned his mouth In eating-pickles without a fork- To him, who in the love of nature, Holds communion with her visible forms, She speaks a various language. Not far advanced was morning day, lVhen-Clangl Clangl the massive anvils rang, Like the shaking and the quaking of- Two little lnjuns sitting in the sun, One shriveled up, and then- There was a man of our town, ,Xnd he was wondrous wiseg He jumped into a bramble bush And scratched out both his eyes. And when he saw his eyes were out, XYitli all his might and main, lnle jumped-over the river lYhere the ransomed angels be. Lives of great men all remind us 'We can make our lives sublime, And departing leave behind us- Ham and eggs and other things- Life is short and time is fleeting ifXnd our hearts like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave. Let us then be up and doing XYith a heart for any fate, Still achieving, still pursuing. Learn to labor and to wait F. S. V r

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5 'fjif'-, 1-fe,1-I' '.'-'w a'Y F: i'ggfm'i:aLi'-5-4' ,Lf fi. ' -' ,. - '- .T V i 1 .Q ' 'f 'Q ,t f 2 'sn f , , , ff: s . 1' Um , f ,. +- if '39 p Hb L I 4. v. TV.,-'m,,Q' ,,, .,15.:,,,19. .Q .fgegn nf va .-y,,1PlKs..a,'. 1 1' iff' 'r--f ' ff- 'ii 5,15 Q V .. age O1 egon ' - Nineteen Air Castles. I Castles of Spain, XYhich we build in our dreams, To make them come true, Is so vain That it seems, that one of life's pleasures is living in dreams. II Castles of air. Which in dreams are so fair, XX'hereiu all is bright and happy and gay, Wlhen we wake, Then we know that away they will go Like the flowers which close at the coming of day. III Uh, Country of Dreams. XYhere we go when asleep. XVith bright, airy castles, so charming and fair, XYhen we're tired and a-weary. Hell quit this world dreary. And go to our dreamland of dreams. M. B. GAIVAIN Gawain was the sou of the Lord of Astolet. A brother of the little maid so fair, XYith whom he fled upon a golden ram To gain their freedom in another land. XYhile on their journey 'cross the Hellespont. The little maid inet with a frightful fate Hy falling into the sea so deep and blue. And causing Gawain to leave her and go on. Gawain there ruled as king of Camelaird, And had the golden fleece by dragon watched Until a day when by help of Guinevere, The golden fleece was taken by brave Ga- wain, NYhen they returned to gain this throne by force. And rule as had his father years before. He now surprised the would-be king. Modred, By returning with a wife to rule England: But by his kindness to all people poor. He gained their love and help in time of war Cruel Modred then gave up his stolen throne, And Gawain ruled in peace until his death. Nella King. The wooing of a Freshman. tIl'1'f!z all frfmlogzixv to H1056 ,FI'C'SllIllf'lI who 1lUT'L' had 0.1'jv01'1'U11t't'.j .AX Freshman sat at his books one day. Trying his best to study. But his heart was in a most terrible whirl, .Xnd his thoughts were all of somebody. She was a maiden fair to see. This beautiful lovely somebody: He was only a Freshman boy, ',Xnd that's why he couldn't study. Each day. each hour. brought thoughts of her, Qlt's a shame that nobody told her Hut oh! the agony he went through, To think that he wasn't older. He grew pale and thin, a nervous wreck. But no nearer to her it brought him: Ilefore his own dear childish vision. lfverything else grew dim. Une day, a beautiful, lovely day. To him she turned and smiled: Ilis whole small soul was so filled with joy. That he thought he would go wild. Rnd now. when he knows the hearts of his friends To be in the same dreadful whirl, Ile looks on them with sympathy. Rnd says: Poor fl1ll1QS--I l've won my girl. I. K. YI4. 1:-.uh