Hill Military Academy - Adjutant Yearbook (Portland, OR)

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AN EDITORS SOFT JOB Now some folks say That Editors Lead a soft life But I've Heard Differently A Theyler Constantly harrassed With Monomanics Whose every desire Seems To be To make the Editor's life One Continuous bed of thorns These hombres Have the idea That their Stuff Is front page material When as a matter Of cold fact It Isn't fit Coftenj To be printed. Again there is The very soft Job Of arranging or Compiling A Paper or Magazine. Yes an Editor Has a soft life Working Overtime far into The night Till Two or Three.

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at thrashing around and cut all the bushes around for fifty feet or more and yelling to beat the band, just like a stuck pig, and then he quieted down. We stretched him out and measured him and he was sure over twenty feet long? 'CNOW Sergeant Why didn't you tell me this when you reported this afternoon? 'tSchure said the Sergeant, HSchure and I thought you would think that I was lying .

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DONNIEYS SKULL SESSIONS. Each Friday of the season, When the clock struck half past nineg We reported at dressing room, Or else we got our time. And there We hashed the doings, Of the game the Week before, At times the coach'd praise us, And other times he swore. He'd pick the game to pieces, He'd point out our mistakesg He'd emphasize our boneheads, Where we had failed to make the breaks. His tongue would lash with fury, He spared no favorite petg Each guy that had it coming, Got a talk he Wonlt forget. But the skipper Wasnlt partial, He'd credit us when due, He was first to pat us on the back, When we'd put his teachings through. Those early morning meetings, For which We didn't care, Were the greatest things We ever had, We learned from DONNIE there. B Y H P. Cain