Joliet Junior College - Shield Yearbook (Joliet, IL)

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I The secretary of the Latin club regrets to report that no minutes of the deliberations of the club have been kept, but cheerfully submits the names of the members, chosen by themselves, which he hopes will be sufficient indication of the intellectuality of the organization: Miss Baldwin— Aggripina. Miss Sawyer— Agricultcha. Miss Barns— Diana. Miss Shipman— Indiana. Miss Mack— Caligulina. Miss Van der Veen— Gasolina. Mr. Stecker -Quintillian. Mr. Beal-Max A-Million. Mr. Sears— Thirty cents. Respectfully submitted, V. G. POTTER, Sec ' y- Enter boy with telegram, which Mr. Brown instructs him to read aloud. Want you to give lecture on Voice, Mood and Tense of Edu- cation. Springfield, tomorrow. Answer. Blair. Mr. Brown dictates answer: Superintendent of Instruction, Springfield.— Voice, active; Mood, imperative. Will be present to- morrow. J. Stanley Brown. Mr. Brown to Miss Cheeseman — Come into the office while I dictate a few pages of that speech. Faculty chorus as door closes — The strenuous life, — and he is never hurried. Fifteen

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High School rise to the occasion? Let Mr. Crawford furnish the gestures. Mr. Brown — Maybe he would, but I doubt it. Re-enter Mr. Clute, in breathless haste — Those outlines finished yet? Miss Cheeseman — Almost; I left out a few of those big words to save time and to make the outlines more intelligible to the students. Is there any difference between the equisetum and the taraxacum dens leonis? I interchanged the words. Mr. Clute, with a sigh — Well, hurry up. I am not going to use them till next week, anyway. (Accompanies Mr. Brown into inner office to lodge complaint against Jim Reed who refuses to buy a text book on the ground that the only subject in which he passed last semester was one for which he had no book.) Enter Miss O ' Leary, who goes directly to inner office and pre- sents note left on her desk the previous day. Dear Miss O ' Leary — I had to go to the tailor ' s at 3 :20, and for- got to tell you in advance. Yours in haste, James Reed. Miss O ' Leary — I should like to ask, Mr. Brown, how long it takes a tailor to reoair a boy, for Mr. Colquist tells me that James was on the athletic field at 3:45. Mr. Brown — It is evident that in this case, James had a pressing engagement. Where is Mr. Colquist? Miss O ' Leary — When I came in he was explaining the mural decorations to Mr. Arendt. Mr. Brown — Send him in, perhaps he would be willing to read Sartor Resartus with Jimmy. Library call on local phone. Mr. Brown — Yes, Miss Sylvester; all those new English books must be accessioned before being distributed to teachers. By the way, is Mr. Coulter there? He is? How long has that been going on? Tell him to come to the phone. Hello, Mr. Coulter! I want the sec- retary ' s report of the meetings of the English club. Can you get it for me right away ? Tell Miss Baldwin to send the deliberations of the Latin club, too. Have them brief, neat and suggestive. Enter student a few minutes later with reports of clubs. The following report of the deliberations of the English club are herewith submitted: Date Place Subject Remarks Dec. 15 Miss Woodrow ' s Shakespeare Written by Coulter Jan. 1? Miss Kaplan ' s Oversole or Nethersole Olga for me Jan. 28 High School Bernard Shaw ' s Profession Suppressed Feb. 14 Mr. Brown ' s Ulysses Kiver to kiver Feb. 28 Miss Strohm ' s Fussy Little Professor Miss Barns Mar. 14 Mr. Bush ' s Materlinck Lids off Mar. 28 Mr. Bush ' s Paper Napkins Nothing doing Apr. 18 Miss Woodrow ' s Master ' s Degree Heap much work May 4 Miss Marquardt ' s Hauptman Best ever Fourteen H. M. WOOD, Sec ' y

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Faculty vs. Seniors Listen my children and you shall hear Of a Basket Ball game that was played this year, On the nineteenth of February in nineteen seven ; Hardly a teacher this side of heaven Can think of this game without shedding a tear. The Faculty on a winter ' s day, Played the Seniors in a desperate way. A team more fair, with looks more sweet, Ne ' er hath it been my lot to meet. Captain Sylvester good and wise And stately Miss Barnes with dark blue eyes, Trying to be dignified, Not to take too long a stride. Miss Pollock so coquettish and sly, Always caught the ball when it was nigh. She surely was a shining star. Also Miss Kaplan from the land of the Czar. And Miss Shipman so calm (?) and fair, With modest mien and flying hair, To witness this much talked of game, From far and near the people came. No boys allowed to see us play, The Faculty vowed, they must keep away. But one boy would not be surpressed, He entered the room so cunningly dressed That no one noticed his disguise And he escaped the penetrating eyes Of Miss Woodruff at the door, Who never knew it was Hinman Moore Until a chattering So phmore bold Went to Miss Marquardt and on him told. To convince the teachers, he did his best ; But they would not listen — you know the rest. The teachers know lots, but they don ' t know it all When it comes to playing basket ball. They did some very brilliant stunts, But they never made a basket once, For when the Seniors once had the ball, The other side had no chance at all. The gentlemen gave them a big bouquet To cheer them on their troubled way. Sympathy is sweet you know, But the winners did not need it, though — The 27 on the board Showed how much the Seniors scored. The game was ended, but the fun wasn ' t o ' er, For Everett and Ray came forth from the door Of the tower, and with a shout that reached to heaven, Gave three cheers for 1907. Mary Seymour Stryker, ' 07. Sixteen