Harvey High School - Hornet Yearbook (Harvey, ND)

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11 School Board- Betty English; Clerk, Marge Krohn, Arley Hinsz, Jim Lewis, Ervin Boese; President, Betty Liebelt

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Administration Please Excuse Because . . . It was so foggy this morning that I couldn't find the school. I got a new car and couldn't figure out how to start it. The parking lot was so crowded that I had to park a block away. My alarm refused to put forth any sound. Superintendent- Mr. Larry Nudell I couldn't walk to school because my feet were asleep. I waited at a stop sign, until the policeman gave me permission to go. I got halfway here and decided it was too far to walk, so I went back home. My pet hamster died and I had to attend the funeral. I had to wait for a train to cross the tracks. I knew it was going to blizzard so I stayed in bed. It took me two hours just to get my eyes open so I decided I wasn't going to make it anyway. Halfway to school I realized I had half of my pajamas on, so I had to go home. I thought it was Saturday (?) Principal- Mr. Gordon Baumgartner

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English Variations On “The Raven” Once upon a daytime dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary. Over a quaint and curious volume of forgotten English texts. While I nodded nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping, As of someone gently rapping, rapping on her desk. Tis only some teacher, I muttered, tapping at her desk. Only this and nothing more. Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken, Doubtless, said I, what she utters is only noun and verb. Caught from some unhappy preposition which followed by a short conjunction. Followed fast and followed faster till it ends in short disaster. Till the sentence of her hopes burdens students with a bore. While the teacher is still trying, trying to tackle sentence structure. Straight I wheeled a paper missile in front of her into the principal. Then, upon the hard seats sinking, I betook myself to thinking. Spanking unto hanging, thinking what my punishment has in store What this grim ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous teacher meant in croaking Nevermore This I sat engaged in guessing, but no idea expressing. To the Faul whose fiery eyes now burning into my bosom's core' This and more I sat explaining, with my head at ease reclining. On the plastic's hard lining that the school gloated o'er, Expelled from school was the verdict, because of my controllable bore. When asked another chance to stay. Quoth Mrs. Faul, Nevermore 12