Hendersonville High School - Laureate Yearbook (Hendersonville, NC)

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THE MOUNTAINEER 19 Sophomores NINTH GRADE Flower—White Caimation Colors—White and Green Motto—Pluck, not Luck Officers: Katherine Bacon, President Mary Brooks, Vice-President Vada Orr, Sec’y-Treasurer » Members Alta Jay Freeman Pearson Greer Louise Allen Madge Allen Katherine Bacon Beatrice Blythe Mary Brooks Zoda Collins Garnet Dotson Everette Hinds Lenora Jackson Minnie Patterson Jewell Stepp Cecil Stepp Zollar Reese William Penny Vada Orr Pauline Orr Christine Justus Louis Durham Ethel Myers Paul English Dorothy Guice Sarah Ladson Elise Guice Elma Johnson Marie Hayes Carrie Lyda

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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!

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20 THE MOUNTAINEER Rah, Rah, Rah! Rah, Rah, Rah! Rah, Rah, Rah! Rickety axe, co-axe, co-axe. Whoo-a-a-a-a-a Sophomore, Sophomore, Sophomore! Listen, my children, and you shall hear How my heart was stolen by Pearson Greer, ’Twas in the English class, and he had just quit Reading these words, ' “Jessica sit.” I said, “He’ll forget and not use his girls name,” But he got it back on me, just the same. He said these words which he did not mean, “Instead of Jessica, I’ll say Pauline.” In grateful memory of our lesson in “The Merchant of Venice.” Pauline. You folks who wish to break a rule, Had better not come to H. H. School, For every time you speak the teachers hear it, And slap by your name , A black demerit. Some people think, “Oh, one ain’t much,” But did you know that there is such A rule right here? To you I’ll tell. You only get ten, Then the teacher you expel. But after all this rule isn’t rough, It’s kinder lenient and good enough, But tell you what, sakes alive, For going up town, why I got five. Since I’ve been in school this is my biggest sin, Now I’ve reformed. I’ll not do it again. Pauline Orr, 9th Grade.