Ionia High School - Ionian Yearbook (Ionia, MI)

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 Till: KM A NON (Freshmen sing-.) Yes, Claud he is all right, Our Claud is out of sight, We love him with our main and might. Oh ! Oh ! Our Claud. (Curtain.) ACT II. Scene I. (The same. Claudius in the chair.) Claudius: Order; order; we must have order. (A hush then falls on the Freshmen, only broken by Dido, who drops an idea.) Jacques: Now listen, my children, and you shall hear Of the loving plan of your Claudius dear. Knowing the traps and pitfalls that lie Always near to a ruler high, He offers to save you from every care By holding down your president’s chair. Claudius (trying to blush) : Oh, no, my children, you must not hear Of such a plan made by Jackie dear. He is the president for our class, And for him 1 would vote first, second and last. But if you MUST have 11s, now take your pick But dotn’t keep us waiting, so do it right quick. Class (at the top of their voices) : We love our Claud with all our might, We love him now as ever, And from the class of 1910 We’ll never let him sever. We choose him ruler of our class, And right by him we’ll stand, For with him at the head wre can run the school And clean out that Sophomore band. (Here a voice breaks in on the scene and tells the class to postpone their meeting till they can control their feelings, so they don’t sound like a P. M. train coming down the prison grade.) (Curtain.) —J. K. N., '09.

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TRAGEDY-THE RISE OF CLAUDIUS. DRAMATIS PERSONAE. Claudius—Would-be president. Jacques—His wire puller. Freshmen—Weaklings to be oppressed. ACT I. Scene I. (The Indian trvsting place.) Claudius: How fares the plot? Jacques: Weil, my lord, your success is as certain as your Hunks in Latin. Claudius: ’Tis well. (Sings.) As ruler of the Freshman class I soon shall strut about; I’ll make the I'reshies vote for me Or clean the Freshies out. I sure will be the candy kid, And run this school just right. ()r else the little Freshies With me will have to fight. Well, Jacques, you understand your part. You are to nom- inate me, even though I am chairman, and I’ll nominate you as a bluff. Jacques: I'll do my part, my lord. (They then kiss the Indian good-bye and wander down the street.) Scene II. (English room. Freshmen assembled to elect officers.) Claudius: We are here, classmen, to elect officers, and even though you are wise, I leave it in the hands of my able assistant, Jacques, to give you better advice than you can ever hope to reach, and tell you how to proceed in this election. (Loud applause from Freshmen.)

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SCHOOL. Tell me not in mournful numbers, The Freshmen are a stupid set. Wisdom is not dead that slumbers; Perhaps they’ll turn out all right yet. School is real, school is earnest, And your marks are not your goal. To school thou com’st, to school returnest, To broaden body, mind and soul. Not to learn a trade or business, So the teachers always say, But to lose a little greenness, To be less verdant than today. This surely were an end to strive for, But your hearts, though brave and strong. May at limes give way and languor, For the task is hard and long! Trust no pony, howe’er docile! Let the answers go to smash! Dig—dig with mind and pencil! Work without the teacher’s lash! Let them, then, be up and doing. With a heart for all rebuff, Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to study and to bluff. -R. P., ’07