John Gorrie Junior High School - Siren Yearbook (Jacksonville, FL)

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GOODBYE TO YOU, OH GRADUATES! Goodbye to you, oh graduates! Graduation gifts may come in crates. Heres ours: XVC wish you all good luck and joys, And hope you'll be good girls and boys. Goodbye to you, oh lucky bums! You'll no more have to do dumb sums, But next year we'll be going, too, Though now we say goodbye to you. -Frances Milton, 9 A TEACHERS MRS. IVICCLELLAN Anyone would walk a mile, To see this teachers kindly smile. MRS. DAVIS This lady with a gentle smile Teaches us well, and is sweet all the while. BIRS. ROGERS A lady of fair and siately mien, If theres mischief done, by her it is seen. IYII5. E-QIQIDMORE Skidmore is a scientists name, He has wan tiistincLion and great fame Playing in the Faculty basketball ganie, And was absent next day because he was lame. MISS CARSTENS Miss Carstens is a well-l-:nown danie Of maihemazic genius and fame. She presides over classes And looks over her glasses Et cetera in room nineteen. MISS HOLLINS Easy with the blushing, As you may seep Easy with the hushing, She gave me E! MISS HARSHBARGER Sympathetic, understanding, Kind and sweet. As a good English teacher She can't be beat. MISS MILLER Miller of the Faculty eleven Teaches stewdents in room thirty-seven. She has a family tree, And teaches history, And wc're sure that the will go to heaven. MRS. PEEK Far and wide you'd have to seek For a truer teacher than our Mrs. Peek. You'd have to search on land and ocean For a teacher with such true devotion. MRS. BLANCHARD Mrs. Blanchard, a lovely lady. May her pathway never be shady. SAN. MRS. SMITH john Gorrie has a teacher Wlio was married Christmas last. Ylfells no longer is her namel To Smith she now holds fast. Mrs. Smith knows her ohms, Osmosis and magneto, too, For she's a Science teacher, And what work she makes us do! MRS. BROWER Mrs. Brower, my teacher, ls small, sweet, and kind, And search where you may, No more winning smile you'll hnd. MISS STENVVALL Of girls Miss Stenwall is the dean, The nicest one youve ever seen. Shes always kind and fair and true, And does the right thing for me and you MR. HAAG G. E. Haag is the name of a teacher, And he's a most etflficient creature. He teaches us Math, In our brains makes a path. His Club is an outstanding feature. A SAILOR'S ROMANCE She was a farmer's daughter, And what a fair lassie was shep He was a rniller's oil'-pring, And what a brave sailor was he. The name of the fair lassie was Olive Oyl, And she was as slick as her name. The name of the brave sailor was Pop-eye, And he was in love with the dame. This fair clame named Olive Oyl, Had nothing against the brave sailor. Indeed, the only fault that Pop-eye had 'NVa5 hghtingvfrom butcher to his tailor. One day she promised him her hand, lf fighting he would give up. He gave his solemn promise, And went to Rough-houses to sup. On his way over to Rough-houses, 'Twas an old enemy he met. The stranger got rough, Pop-eye got tough- 'Twas on account of the spinich I et. just at this moment Olive Oyl appeared, She let out a yell, Youse is a ham. Pop-eye turned round and said in reply, I yam what l yam and thats all I yamf' This is when things began to happen. Fair Olive Oyl was getting mad, So Pop-eye gave her a smack, But not with his lips, my lad. Olive Oyl told him to go his way, As she pushed her way thru the throng. As Pop-eye passed on, someone heard him say just a lil' freckled sweet-pea gone wrong' kRuth Nobbs 9AX

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leaves burst out on all the trees, A SONG The flowers raise their sleepsfilled eyes, The birds sing out, Arise, arise. The butterfiies flit in and out. The air with Spring seems fairly to shout. The brooklet bubbles in its bed And murmurs that King Winters dead, New And nectar's gathered by the bees. For 'tis the springtime of the year, When Mother Nature seems most dear. She paints the skies and rivers blue, And makes the weary world feel new. -jean Zacharias. JOAN OF ARC There was a maid who lived in France Five hundred years ago, And she had visions sent from he.iv'n That her valor she must show. And to these visions she did heed. Her dear France must be saved. The English knocked at Frances doori The Hag but feebly waved. The French thought she was heaven-sent Because she had such dreams, And so she went to Dauphin Charles And crowned him King at Rheims. She donned some mail, and on a horse, She into battle rodeg She won the love of all her men, And to them courage showed. One day the English captured her, And burned her at the stake. She died a martyr to her cause, All for her country's sake. -jean Zacharias. THE FIRE In the year of nineteen hundred one In the merry month of May, Our city fair was laid to waste By flames that raged that day. The hour was half past twelve P. M., Burning till six that nightg One hundred thirty-one city blocks, Hundreds in sorry plight. Caused by a careless smoker, In a fibre factory old, With a thirty million dollar loss, And so the tale is told. But from that heap of ashes Has risen our city fair, The Queen of dear old Dixie, With blessings rich and rare. CAESAR Long years ago there lived a man, And what a man was he! His wife was called Calpurnia And a foolish woman was she. He was a famous general, But he had some enemies. Brutus, Cassius, Casca, Were the leading ones of these. And so on the fifteenth of March The great Caesar they did slay. The noble Brutus made a speech, But Antony had his say. The people against the conspirators turned And they put them all to flight. But two years later, at old Sardis, The two parties had a fight. Old Cassius fell upon his sword, And Brutus did likewise. Antony captured all the rest, And led them off as prize. -May Inglt' A FRENCH FLOWER MARKET IN SPRING Dusky morning in the market, Figures moving to and fro Placing stalls and murm'ring low. Flowers for sale in every corner, Red flowers, blue Howers, every hue, joncluils, pinksfnarcissus, too. Noon has come with blazing fierceness, People there to buy from all, Pausing at each laden stall. Sunset, twilight, crowds cease coming, Vendors put their stalls away, Homeward bound-just one more day. -Katherine SPRING The spring here and I am glad, Because it brings new life, It is the season of them all, And there should be no strife. The trees are green and flowers bloom, And birds sing mating songs: The world awakes from her long sleep, And joy to all belongs. So when you think, Oh, what's the use? And feel that you will burst, Remember spring will always come Right after things look worst. Bacon, 9AX -Billy Leman, 9AX What is wasted energy? -Beffy C-lSl16'f1. Telling a hair-raising story to a bald-headed man

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