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

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THE CRIMSON 31 OUR BOOKS. Come, Junior, Sophomore, and Fresh- man, what more is there you can expect ofabenefactor? What! books? Our dear companions of these four years past? And over Which- We have slept and dreamed that life was beauty, But Waking, found it straight duty. Nay, dear hearts I' few can guess the tender concern we have for those relics. Daily, we are constrained to note our indebtedness to those dear leaves. They have been innocent victims of our fre- luctantJ robbery. By our carelessness we have deprived them of their beauty and comeliness: by our -diligence We have robbed them of their knowledge. We have become apart of all that we have met,', in these books. Many cold and frosty mornings we have taken them under our wing and hastened along the streets, cutting corners and taking as long steps as possible. We would slip in through back and side doors all with two common objects and ideas in view, namely to arrive at school at least three minutes before the ringing of the bell, and to get through that particular day with the least possible trouble. At all times our motto has been: Just for To-day. Truth! there are a few legends which we, through generosity might bequeath you. For instance, that quaint and crude Caesar. Perhaps you have heard of him before? But,'alas! these would puzzle you much and, puzzle your teacher more, owing to peculiar marks and dainty interlinings they would oc- casionally cause innocent curses to fall upon your innocent heads. Again! there is the lovable Cicero. lt is a venerable book: all these are vener- able books. Another interestingi volume is the William Shakespeare. To him our memories are carried, by the wings of the wind as it were. For some sort of misdemeanor, ugly shirking or silly flirtation we have been sent to Shake- speare for twenty-five lines intended es- pecially for such occasions. VVe have spent morning, evening, noon, and night in such effort. ln addition we have William Tell- a noble gift! Take him too, dear com- rades, may you cherish him as your pre- decessors have doneg may you reverence all these honorable men, with the nece sary diligence. There are Caesar, Cicero, Tell an-d Shakespeare, with many others, of whom you will hear. For instance, Dante, Baccaccio, Pe- trarch, St. Jerome, Luther, Elizabeth. Philip H, Socrates, Demosthenes, Boyle, Charles, Newton, Washington, Lincoln, Wilson and Taft. VVe have some comtemporaries of our own, with which we would part for neither love nor money. They are our History Notes. Because of their orig- inality and the pleasant memories con- nected With them we treasure them highly, for egad! they are the most ex- cellent things of their kindf! Fellow-classmates, be faithful to these tokens, along with our many examples set especially for you, and our sound and logical instructions generously given in the past years. Yours Sincerely, Senior Class. Lovan- l don'tsuppose Noah Web- ster knew any more about Chemistry than you do. Parrish-!'He didn't know much, then. Lovan- Undoubtedly not. . Mr. Land fl-Iistiry IVJ- Herbert, where was Jamestown P Herbert B.- ln Massachusetts. P, S.-For the benefit of some of the Freshies and Seniors, I will explain and add that it is in Virginia.

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30 THE CRIMSON OUR LIBRARY. 1. Old Curiosity Shop-Laboratory. 2. The Last Chance-Special Exams. 3. The Talisman-Ponies. 4. A Tale of Two Cities-Fort Scott vs. Altamont. 5. The Crisis-Final Week. 6. Their Yesterdays-Senior Remin- inescences. 7. Bleak House-Convention Hall. 8. Frenzied Finance-Crimson Fund. 9. The Silent Places-Assemblies? l ? 10. The Music Master-Miss Keller. ll. The Call of the ,Wild-Botany ' Excursions. 12. Twice Told Tales-Basket Ball Victories. 13. Helen's Babies-Zach Wells and Wilson Carver. 14. Great Expectations -- Graduation Week. 15. The Light that Failed-Assembly Lights. 16. The Affair at the Inn-Supper at Parsons. DO YOU KNOW? Why the price of note-books have gone up since M. L's arrival? What Junior girl wears a solitaire on the third finger of her left hand? Why Mr. Armentrout didn't dissect the cat? How to get through a History quiz? That the Normal Class has been learning the matrimonial zones? That some of our pedagogues are very enthusiastic politicians? What Senior girl purchased a slate pencil? The Freshman boy who makes marsh- mallow puddings for some of his fair Senior friends? What Senior girl in the D. S. Class laboriously boiled a glass-measuring cup until it reached the Hcrack stagen? The Junior girl who carried out a bet by wearing a gingham apron to school? ENGLISH GLEANINGS. The man had a typical face. She could not endure to see the beau- tiful lady walk off on his arm. I love to go to the Library and saunter over the books. The Lake poets were so called be- cause they were graduates of the Lake School, or else because they lived in a region infested by Lakes. J.- Explain 'Hagar's Off-Springf A.- Hagar had a spring-board out over the river, and dived from it. His frowning face was a fortress against marryment. I have looked in all the encyclopedias and I can't find nothing on the life of Silas Marner. The English drama originated in the churchg later the priests took it to the church-yard, and then to the grave-yard. Rule for Theme Writing: Beware of punctuation. Chanticleer means a cupboard built up in a corner. While Stevenson was in France, he made a tour of Belgium. The college professor was a bawl- hea-ded man. Mr. L. Cin Physicsj+L'Now, I'm trying to confuse you folks. It won't take but a minute. Damon- How are atoms held to- gether? Flop Cdisgustedlyj- VVith a string.

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32 THE CRIMSON NESCIO QUO PACTO. It was the second day after the doc- tor had pronounced me dead when I recovered consciousness of what was going on. I was lying in a long, nar- row casket, lined with white satin. I could not move, yet I could tell every- thing which was going on in the room. There were the usual flowers, and the sonorous voice of the minister pro- nouncing a farewell sermon. It seemed strangely ridiculous to hear the minister understand what he was saying. My brain was the only medium in which I was alive. I had no control over my muscles and I was conscious of no pain from inaction. Then came the long, rough ride to the cemetery when I felt as though my muscles were regaining life, and which is painful to mourners but not to most corpses. At last though, the hearse came to the cemetery, and the casket wherein I lay was lowered into the grave. Then soon I heard clod after clod fall upon the box, and then all was still. A coyote howled above, and a hoot owl called dismally among the evergreens, strong enough to be heard through six feet of earth. But now I was coming to my senses, and I realized that I had been buried alive. lf I could not gain. lib- erty soon, I must smother. I fought with all my strength, and succeeded only in causing a muffled thump on the cover. I kicked, I shouted, I tore and strove with all my strength to produce a disturbance in the lid, but in vain. It was too strongly fastened. At last, feel- ing my strength ebbing away, I made a last, despairing lunge, and went up, up, up, but I fell back again with a ter- rific rush and landed on the floor. I had opened a window when I had retired, and a cold, March wind, blow- ing strongly in, I had covered my head to protect my ears. In this position I had immediately gone to sleep, and as my head grew hot, I had dreamed this. In my imaginary struggles I had kicked off the covers, and in my final lunge I had fallen with a terrific thump upon the hard floor. Having decided that I was not dead, as I felt that fall, I again returned to sleep and had no more such accidents that night. Do you know, said my sister the next morning, that this house must be haunted if UAW, what's eatin' you?l' returned my younger brother, with emphasis. Why, I heard a most awful racket last night. First there was a fusillade of yells and shouts, and a little later there was an awful thump on the floor. H 'Aw, gwan, said my brother, speaking in slang and glancing over his shoulder half fearfully, Uthat was the wind you heard. -Enoch 1WrCorkie. Iives of Seniors all remind us, W'e can make our lives sublime, And, by asking foolish questions, Take up recitation time. How doth the little Freshman girl im- prove each winning power? By courtin' some big Senior boy, Within each study hour. The Botany Class are learning to be great grafters. Mr. Land Cat Senior Play rehearsalj this lemon squeezer has the hump running out. Miss S.-i Don't ever tell the story of VVashington's cherry tree or Mr. Land will 'land' on you. I.ovan-- Merle, -did you get any test with your litmus ?,' Q Merle S.- Yes, fruit juice turned the blue litmus red. CBut the juice was red.j