Fort Scott High School - Yearbook (Fort Scott, KS)

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28 THE CRIMSON SERMON TO GRADUATING CLASS. Rev. Dr, Geo. E. Satterlee, Pastor of the First M. E. Church, May 30th, gave the Senior Class of 1913 a splen- did lecture-sermon on the subject, The Blue-print from the text I Kings 5:17, And the king commanded and they brought great stones, costly stones and hewed stones to lay the foundation of the housef, He developed his subject in such a manner as to bring out the importance of humility, reverence, and stateliness, and made his talk applicable to every one. COMMENCEMENT EXERCISES. On the evening of Decoration Day, at the First Methodist-Episcopal church, occurred the graduation exercises. All We Seniors were delighted with the even- ing speaker, Dean Chas. Hughes John- ston, dean of the School of Education, University of Kansas. We feel that we were very fortunate in securing this eminent speaker to honor the close of our High School Course. Professor Johnston has a very wide influence and has made a scientific study of our present school problems and his re- search work and investigations have made him very well informed in all kinds of school work. He has been very much in demand and we were very for- tunate to secure him. Everyone who heard this splendi-d lecture will vouch for the benefit he received. VVE CANIT FORGET 1. The Hrst time we saw our grade cards, 2. The Senior Hike. 3. How we always welcomed 12:40. 4. Our assemblies. So frequent. 5. The game with Iola. 6. Our trip to Parsons. 7. The Senior Play. TO WORK. As the days are going, going, And as zephyrs ever blowing, And as rivers ever flowing- So, may I be true to thee! Though all history in our making Speaks of work we're undertaking- You, I hope, are ever making Of me what I ought to be. Sit enthroned within my being! Lest perchance I fail in seeing What of life should be accruing From me, by old wisdom's gate, May I always keep on giving Time and talent, ere believing That YOU are the joy of living. -Learn to labor and to wait. -F. L. P. SONNET TO A HAIR PIN. It sticks in soft hair like the snow, When soft south Winds do gently blow. But oft, when gales are blowing strong, Its coming out doth do much wrong. Thou little Wire thatis bent around, How oft you're lost! How often found. How oft white hands o'er you do gli-de, Lest out the hair you slyly slide. Sometimes you're lying on the floor, But you're not missed, for there are more, And you make your mistress oft times sore. 'Tis not your fault, indeed 'tis true, For you do all you want to dog If not, what would fair damsels, do? Intelligent Junior fpicking up Caesarb Oh, say, Latin is easy. I wish I had taken it. Looke here Cpointing to sev- eral passagesj : 'Fort dux in ano-forty duck in a row.' 'Boni legis Caesaris- the long legs of Caesar., 'Caesar sic dicat, unde cur egresai lictam-Caesar sicked the cat on the curg I guess he licked 'im'. ' -Ex.

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THE CRIMSON 27 to see them, that they were in real life fully-such a large audience. Imagine Mr, Armentrout, our kind and sympa- thetic instructor, raging about like an old bear, forced from his den in Jan- uary, and Lady Teazle, so petty and demure in her basque and tunic, Lady Sneerwell and Mrs. Candour were just what their names might signify, and they carried their parts to perfection. And Maria, just what she was meant to be, modest and sweet. The Surface brothers and their uncle were simply ideal. The selection of these boys for these parts is character- istic of the good work of the coaches. Rowley, as trusted servant, and Snake, as the tattler and newspaper scribbler, were great. And that servant might, to all appearances, have gone about in livery all his life. To save the best for the last, let us mention Crabtree and Moses, two roles acted by one person. I-Ie displayed his great dramatic ability equally in the two parts. No doubt, the scene in which the little French milliner is discovered, and the hypocrisy of Joseph is brought to light, was the strongest and best acted of the entire play, and that is saying a great deal. The entire Senior class and the cast in particular, extend a vote of thanks to Mr. Land and Mr. Armentrout, who did all the coaching, with the help, one might say, of the old fashioned cos- tumes brought from Kansas City, to .-help carry the audience back to ye olden tyme. SENIOR PARTY. VVho ever thought that the Class of 1913 could be undignified? If any one ever thought that such a thing would be impossible they should have seen us at a very -delightful party given us by Professor and Mrs. Devlin just before the holidays. The evening passed away very quickly and was one grand performance from the time we bashfully avoided the mistletoe at the front door until we es- caped its fatal influence on leaving. Very unique games entertained us and we were able to demonstrate that the lung capacity which we acquired in our Freshman days was useful, when we were compelled to blow feathers around without allowing them one minute to rest. An indoor track meet between Paw- nee and Tubtown was very enthu- siastic and it was difficult to decide which city boasted the best cracker-eat- ers, whistlers, feather-throwers, singers, bean-tossers or bean-racers. Another long concealed talent became evident during the evening, for we soon showed our artistic inclinations when we produced several pictures worthy of a place in the world's art galleries. It can never be said that any of the Seniors are not able to make a match for we matched pictures with such skill that our host was obliged to reward a few 'Lfaithful ones with prizes which ranged from a box of hose to a beer stein. Our appetites did not fail us at the close of the evening and we did justice to a most delicious luncheon. After this we enjoyed an impromptu program con- sisting of songs and three readings by Professor Armentrout. It was close to morning, when we, with deep regret, bade adieu to our clever host an-d hos- tess, and with our colors flying went to our homes to dream over the events of an evening which we can never forget. -Ruch Cochrane '13, The Normal Class has been en- lightened on so many subjects since vis- iting schools. In one of the Primary rooms they learned that Washington was a cowboy.

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THE CRIMSON 29 WHEN YOU'RE NEXT TO IT. We students are all hard at work in the hall, But we're used to it. VVe may make some l'D's but will none of us squall, For we're used to it VVe used to feel sad, we are bound to admit, After getting a D when we thought we were it, But now we are immune and don't mind it a bit, For we're used to it. The teachers may hammer at us every day, But we're used to it We'll bear them no ill for what they may say, For we're used to it. Though every report card may look like a fright, Deep down in their hearts they think we're alright, And will forget all of their scolding and slight, , For welre used to it. lnconvenient we find our crowded old hall, But we're used to it. To do without needfuls we don't mind at all, For we're used to it. VVe've studied in darkness, in cold, and in heatg YVe've worked without desks in an old shaky seat, And we'Ve stayed till twelve-forty with nothing to eat, But we're used to it. lt's really surprising how much you can stand, When you're used to it. Why, now they all talk of the new high school grand, But we're used to it. VVe worked for the bonds till our school life was sped, And now a school's certain for us it is saidg But when we do get it, I fear we'll drop dead, VVe're not used to it. -R. E. D. VICISSITUDES OF LIFE. Haste vacation and bring with thee Cessation of toil and liberty, Such as in the days of yore We enjoyed on childhood's shore. Safe from troubles sea away, Attention wrapped in joyful play. Knew no sorrow, grief nor pain, Life was but one sweet refrain. Life is but a life of transitions, A constant change in our positions. From one extreme to the other we go, ln childhood Allegro con spirito. Then old age and days of chilly blast, Retrospection, thots of days long past. Then we shuffle off this mortal coil, Dust to Dust, and Soil to Soil. -Illerle Speakmmz Class 'I3. My life is dark and drearyg l got a D that makes me weary, When l think of the Exam that's past, Hopes ofa sheepskin fall thick and fast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still sad heart, and stop repining: Behind that D is a pass still shining. Your fate is the fate of all, ln each life some D's must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. -IV. S. Merle S.- Willl Where did you say that grammar was at?