Hendersonville High School - Laureate Yearbook (Hendersonville, NC)

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THE MOUNTAINEER 17 E stands for English, for this I must mention, Because this study lacks our attention. F stands for French, so trying to some, But trying will all such troubles o’ercome. G stands for Geometry with which we must battle, Hard? Gracious me! our very brains rattle. H stands for History, stories of nations, Without all of which we’d have poor educations. I stands for ink with which we may write, Tho often our writing is just out of sight. J stands for joyful; that’s what we’ll be, When the last of school days we happily see. i ' ll .73 K stands for a kick that we ought to be given, If to our lessons we have to be driven. ; L for Literary Society stands, With Miss B. as leader, obey commands! M stands for Math in all of the Grades, As our exams draw near such knowledge fades. N stands for noisy marching downstairs, That adds to our poor dear teachers’ cares. 0 stands for the oratory which many display, Of which you will hear at Commencement in May. • ff •» P stands for Perfect, or as near as we reach, For that is the reason our teachers do teach. Q stands for quite, a thing there must be, It is quite necessary as I’m sure you will see. R stands for rules that we have to obey Or pain we shall suffer at some future day. fl m ' % rG S is for Miss Steedman, our principal sweet, •,«, To hear her read Latin is quite a greabtreati

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16 THE MOUNTAINEER Our sweet “little” Nelle is aw¬ fully smart, And is quite dutiful. She stars in Latin and in French, And is quite beautiful. Sweetest of girls is May Belle G., Lee Allen thinks ’tis truq. In music May Belle is a star, She stars in English, too. Raymond Glenn, class treasurer, In Math is very smart; He’s a very mischievous lad sometimes, But has a real soft heart. Quite a mathematician too, Is Mr. Horace Gray. Also renouned as a football star, Both here and far away. A glowing star is Willie Lou, She excels in all her classes, In all her studies she is good, But in Latin she surpasses. Homer McKinna, the quiet boy, Never has much to say; But studies hard and likes the girls In his own quiet way. The next in line I must not name, My modesty’s too great, Altho she tries to keep the Pace, And this poem is from her pate. Ruth Williams is last upon the roll, Our pretty brown-eyed girl; She always gets her French and Math. Her hair, it will not curl. Have I convinced you, friends, at last, About the Junior Class? In studies, plays, debates and all, You see we all surpass. In one more year we’ll seniors be, And we’ll face the world serene, Quite sure that it will crown us all The Class of ’17. Alyce Pace. The A. 6. C. of the H. H. S. A stands for Atheletics, both girls’ and boys’; When we happen to win we make lots of noise. B stands for Blackstock, our Professor kind, We all do love him, but he makes you mind. C stands for a very hard problem in Math, When a Junior must put forth all the brains that he hath. D stand for deportment on which we should try, For if we’re not perfect our parents’ll know why.

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18 THE MOUNTAINEER T stands for tardy, a habit quite bad, If you don’t overcome it you’ll wish that you had. U for unruliness, a failing of boys, Which seems to be one of their favorite joys. V is for vigor, with which we must work, And never, no never, our tasks should we shirk. W’s for wisdom, which, try as we may. May sometimes come, but never to stay. X is for unknown quantities in Math, And goodness gracious! how many it hath! Y is for yell, a thing we all do, But sometimes our yells we’ve occasion to rue. Z stands for zeal, the very last letter, And if some had zeal they’d often do better. Alyce Pace, ’17. A Scare ’Twas in the Latin class, you know, The room was very still, For Lee was reading Cicero With oratorical skill. When suddenly upon the ear There struck a ghostly moan, That filled us each and all with fear, And then, an awful groan. The Teacher rose, with mien severe, And gazed about the room, Again that groan rose loud and clear, And then a wail of doom. “It must be one in mortal pain, We must investigate. ” And as she spoke it came again, A cry of mortal hate. When at last the messenger came, His answer made us screech; ’Twas not a ghost that was to blame, But Gaither, at his speech!