Henrietta High School - Bearcat Yearbook (Henrietta, TX)

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Our Teachers Our teachers are a funny bunchg they seem like human creatures. They're always giving us some punch, and talk to us like preachers. They always try to teach us dope that can't be done, I fear. For we are all without a hope of liking Bill Shakespeare. They try to teach us physics stuff, that makes us melancholy, and cuss us out for being rough and for our childish folly. They teach us planes and cubes and squares and rack our heads with math, which must be done, for no one dares to 'raise the teacher's wrath. They teach us civics, health and lawg want no attempts at witg if you emit a loud haw, haw, they nearly throw a fit. They teach us everything on earth and many things besidesg they tell us what it all is worth, how our visions are made wide. For all these things they've done for us, we want to give our thanksg so we'll reduce the useless fuss and abstain from childish pranks. P, D. Q. -'22

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Senior Poem e The end of the school year comes at last, The days of High School life have passed Awayg Tho' through the year We've had our fun, I dare say at the end that none Are gay. On the threshold of life we stand To feel our life ambitions fanned' To flameg Some ask for only home and health While others crave and seek for wealth And fame. As we set out on life's morn VVe know that burdens must be borne By someg For the troubles of our school life Are but mere symbols of the strife To come. As thus We go to fill our plans And leave our footsteps on the sands Of timeg We bid you all a sad adieu For those friendships Were, tho' few, Sublime. -Russell Ponder, '22