Jacksonville High School - Crimson J Yearbook (Jacksonville, IL)

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Can say: “Enough; I ask—1 want no more.” —The Smith College Monthly. BARNYARD NOTES Dear Mistress Duckie Daddies, Can’t you come out to see How very nice the great worid is? You’re safe to trust to me, For I know well the dangers That lurk along the road, But much I’d like to walk with you. Do come. Yours, Hoppy Toad. Dear Hoppy Toad, I’d gladly come To see the world with you, And I could trust you everywhere. For well I know you’re true. I hope you’ll hold me tenderly Forever in your thoughts; Believe me; I am wild to come. But I’m afraid of warts. —From The S. C. M. BEWARE! The siren’s ghastly grin, Sir Robert Burnett’s gin, The bird, the bottle cold, The young, likewise the old, The fatal cigarette, The prude and the coquette, The widow and the maid, The tailor’s bills unpaid, The water and the ice, Most everything that’s nice, The priest, also the nun. The old unloaded gun. The breakfast and the lunch, The dinner and the punch, The “get-rich-quick” old faker, The smug-faced undertaker— Be brave, be strong, be true, be square, Be anything, but Oh, Beware!!! —Life. CLASS NOTES This year we have instituted a new plan for the arrangement of the Class Notes. We desire more editorials from the classes; in fact, any squib that will be of interest to the different members. The jokes, or comics, have been placed collectively under the heading, “Why Don’t You Laugh? at the end of the paper. It is the duty of every one interested in this paper to try to help out with any hint, item or suggestion that appeals to one. Be ready to use a little of your reserved energy to boost your one great student enterprise and its staff. SENIORS Are we seniors? Yes! Are we enthusiastic seniors? We intend to be! Do we feel the dignity of our position? Yes, with all due solemnity! Will we he worthy models for the under-classmen? T hat is the question! During a period of some four years, we have taken that trip inevitable toward the east of the study hall. And now the height of all our ambitions lies before us. We are seniors! T here is music in every word of that sentence. Now, WE may look across at the neighboring classes with that condescending smile which has 12

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□ c □ c 1 THE EDITOR’S TABLE Editor-in-Chief - Katherine Hardin Assistant Editor - Irene Merrill Business Manager - Everett Weeks Assistant Manager - Ellsworth Black Faculty Advisor - - A. F. Cook Athletic Editor - - • Weir Wood Alumni Editor - - Everett Long Exchange Editor - Harlow Brown Forum Reporter - Elbridge Thrapp Athenian Reporter - Dorothy Danskin Senior Reporter - - Irene Straight Junior Reporter - • John Kolp Sophomore Reporter - Faye Mitchell Freshman Reporter - Frank Merrill Published monthly by the students of the Jacksonville High School. Entered in the Post Office at Jackson-sonville. Ill . as second class matter. Subscription price, Seventy-five Cents. As yet, it is too early for any of the exchanges to be coming in. But we are expecting as many as we received last year, - Aeu - These papers should be given Vice 1’re- -areful attention and the most con-sld ,c mention by the head of that department. They should not be criticized too severely, even though they seem to be seriously at fault. The critic must remember that the ones who prepare these papers may not be able to put out an elaborate and catchy paper. A few spicy remarks will serve the same purpose as a bunch of sarcasm. The last mentioned is never a popular way of reaching people. A few well directed suggestions may be instructive, and at the same time not cutting or dictatorial. 1 n our own High School, we make every effort to put our paper on a level with tne best school publications. And if criticised harshly, the epithets surely stick. So be lenient and judge these papers as carefully as possible. We are waiting for the early exchanges and hope to have them come in rapidly. It is said that “a hint to the wise is sufficient.” This is not a hint, but a broad statement. The Nautilus is out, and we intend to make it the best paper possible. Of course, we need money for its publication, and we know that the subscribers will see the need of paying their dues quickly. All right; let’s have the money in as soon as it is convenient. We know we have your co-operation. Remember that time-worn phrase, “Be a booster.” Yes, and be a booster. Leave the little hammer on the shelf, where it belongs, and use the better way of driving at things. If you have any serious objections to what the staff has done or is doing, bring it up and we will promise to remedy the fault. Remember, we are waiting and need that seventy-five cents. EXCHANGES WHAT IS SUCCESS What is success? A sad awakening, A something that we wanted long ago— Which, won, but serves to show us How poor our aims have been and low. What is success? A mocking bitterness Depending on the power to use men for one’s will; A moment when, defeat behind and years of want passed over, A man may say, “At last I have my fill.” Yet, while the charlatan most often is successful, And the fool loves best what he has striven for, T he hypocrite alone—strange paradox— 11

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 beamed on us for three succeeding years. We have wondered how it would feel to be in those distant rows. Now, we know. It does seem wonderful, does it not, to be as far across the study hall as is possible without moving out of the windows? But our cares are heavy. Through all the glamour of our newly acquired dignity, we can see senior orations, debate, senior play, etc., peering at us out of the distance with a mocking smile. A sigh for this, and a sigh for that, yet nothing can efface the fact that we are seniors. Does the term grow monotonous? Not to us who bear it, does the repetition dull the stupendous fact one whit. It looms up as the mighty pinnacle, the summit of which we have been striving to reach. So it is our duty as well as our paramount wish to reach this height and discharge each duty devolving upon us in an enthusiastic and irreproachable manner. The seniors held the first class meeting of the year and elected the following officers: Everett Weeks, President; Irene Straight; Vice President; Edward Bullard, Secretary and Treasurer. 1 he seniors are discussing the pin problem. The “sages” prophesy a “hot time” in J’ville pretty soon. (Jet behind your Nautilus, seniors; Let’s make it a go! So’s when the last year’s grads go to bragging, We can truthfully say, 44 ’Taint so.” Some one please tell Lura Wiswell that Am. Hist, is not the place to try on shoes. Heard in senior English: ‘‘If Macbeth wasn’t a man, he wouldn’t have acted like n one. The melancholy days have come. Oh, yes, we know they’re here; The rain has poured, the wind has roared. Now, doesn’t it seem queer to think The melancholy days are come, The saddest of the year? School has begun to end our fun; Vacation seems not near; The melancholy days have come, And oh, what joys they bring— Demerits, scolds and reprimands, With lectures untiring. The melancholy days have come; Pray, sing it sweet and low— Those melancholy days to us Poor mortals here below Seem but a drop from off the tip Of some great teacher’s pen, But in the spring w’ell graduate— And so, adieu till then. —From “'The Senior’s Lament.” SOPHOMORE The sophomore class reorganized by electing Andrew Rogerson, President; Homer Reed, Vice President; and Warren Maddox, Secretary and Treasurer. As Andrew could not serve, Homer took the place of the President, and the class elected Robert Strawn as Vice President. I he class of 1914 is very large, but each one works for the good of the class. Our class does things. 1 he boys enter into all the athletics. Some of our men were record breakers in the Track and Tri-State Meet last May. Quite a few of our members have gone out for foot ball and made the hrst team. 1 his is a good showing, and we hope it will grow better each year, as by the time we are seniors the High School will honor our dignified classmates. 13