Hill Military Academy - Adjutant Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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MEDIATIONS OF A SENIOR WHILE STUDYIN G HIS ENGLISH LESSON QWith all apologiesj I'm pretty darn sore at these poets of yore And the stuff they called thot's of food They Wrote all that bunk for me just to flunk In an uplifted, inspired mood! They tell of the glare of the things in the air And how alone on brlght thot's they are munching The truth, I Ween, is plain to be seen: Their keepers were merely out lunching. Why I've written more pornes than Portland has homes And I know they'er all better than theirs Mine have meter and feet and the right stress and beat And were written with great thot's and cares. Why if they would Cand really they shouldj Study MY pomes with sense, They'd lose all the noise of those buggy old boys And ---- well, weld not need recompense.

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SPORTS With the season of 1924-25 there came to the Hill Military Academy an awakening of interest in sports. And with the new enthusiasm came a determination to win. In order to succeed the athletic department cooperated thoroughly with both the academic and the military departments and the result was a string of straight victories, higher standing in studies, a strict regard for rules, better health and more school spirit. The appointment of Dean Donason as athletic director and his kindness but unfailing firmness resulted in the greater appreciation felt by the cadets for their school, their teachers and their opportunities.

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THE WAYFARER A wayfarer stands on the path of life Before him branches forth In two dark lanes the future His the choice-North? A bleak, rock-bound pathway Self-sacrifice, pain and sorrow His companions, toil and tribulation But ultimate joy tomorrow The Wayfarer pauses, his glance Uncertain, turns the other way. South, he gazes Not dismal-but gay. Sweet flowers their perfumes exhale Fair birds ceaselessly carol joy and happiness his comrades But death tomorrow.