Judyville High School - Jargon Yearbook (Judyville, IN)

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vs 4 1 4 '15 ma Tl-I E I.IBERTY--?--- Wipe GBIKI G9aIaen Qunlaet How dear to my heart is this thing we call Latin When fond recitations present it to view, The clauses, the phrases, all dressed in their satin, And every loved ending which makes us feel blueg The high-sounding doo-dads and outlandish diet The slave with a spear and the Roman who fell, The verbal gerundive, the noun crouching nigh it, Are hidden in Latin which I love so well. tChorusJ That time-honored Latin, 'That iron-bound Latin, That moss-covered Latin Which hangs on so well. The subject, the verb, and' the bow-legged compound The flexible gerund and subjunctive mood, The clauses of purpose encourage the pronoun To take the possessive and silently brood: The loose-jointed supine and verbal declensions Join hand with conjunctions and joyfully dwell In temporal clauses of Gothic dimensions And e'en in the Latin which I love so well. fChorusJ This moss-covered Latin I hail as a treasure, Its magical value brings' peace to my soul It raises old Ned with my fleet-footed leisure, And hurriedly causes the moments to rollg How gladly I seize it with hands that are eager, And quick to my study I scamper pell-mell, In scanning its pages I dodge all the fever, The measles, the shingles, and smallpox as well. CChorusJ I tenderly oven my mind to receive it As poised on my table it joyfully drips: No hair-raising ball game could tempt me to leave it, Though filled with the things which America sipsg Their fuss from the diamond iills all the creation, In tribute to home-runs they softly yell, I close down my window in anticipation And cling to my Latin which I love so well, ' ' Page 24 I

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:Q H n U' ' . b 3,,,gnffg1ai4:dxt1!bfi'T4il?iigL 19 THE LIBERTY- 26 The fhrahes Seventh and Eighth-Eva Simmermon, Teacher Back row-Geneva Hill, Rosalie Bainbridge, Sylvia Crow, Ressa Wilson, Mary Arehart, Eva Simmermon, Evylin Pugh, Daisy Bannon, Christenia Shoaf, Berneice Ford. Second row-Guy Arehart, Howard Horn, Robert Bever, Howard Hipsher, William Muse, Kenneth Wilson. First row-Desmond Abel, Raymond Hill, Rupert Hill, Roland Brooks. Fifth and Sixth-Irene Davis, Teacher Back row-Beulah Ford, Grace Catterlin, Irene Davis, Leonard Wilson, Woodrow Horn, Lyle Rothenberger, Cecil Brown. Second row-Ivan Hutchens, Marshall Horn, Clark Hunter, Earl Cockrell, Arthur Van Leer, Richard Adams, Ralph Anderson, Paul Gilman, Arnet Shoaf. First row-Billy McCabe, Clarence Brown, Gladys Breeden, Mildred Bannon, Sada Mc- Cabe, Beatrice Muse, Josephine Bannon, Louise Brooks, Richard Troxel. Third and Fourth-Ruby Lappin, Teacher Back row-Telcie Thorne, Ruby Lappin, Lydia Lucas, Marshall Followell, Wesley Ford. Second row-Faye House, Eleanor Hamblen, Elinor Kenworthy, Odell' Muse, Melvia Knipe, Helen Brooks, Pauline Bannon, Louise Pugh. First row-Johnnie Brooks, Hershel Landon, Joe Bannon, Russel Balsar, Paul Ken- worthy, Earl Abel, Margaret Beason. Primary Grades-Emma Bever, Teacher Back row-Parke Hunter, Harold Breedon, Luther Landon, Emma Bever, Elwood Het- rick, Francis Vanheer, Junior Brown. f Second row-Marie McKinney, Olive Zenor, Irene House, Mary Jane Beason, Florence Muse, Billie Thorne. First row-Glenn Beason, Roy Anderson, Harry Pugh, Robert Carlson, Herbert VanLeer, Rex Barwick, Billy Zenor, Q Page 23

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M f- - .vw 36 ll b, I 'nr'-LA ,pf 'Ir' .- . ,,' . i -,yn Q, 4, Q I . - .gf - , 1 , at , .u , - - -W , , , I '1, THE LIBERTY 4 2 fare Seiten K Words-worth I met a little Senior girl, She was sweet sixteen, she said , Her hair was dark, and many a curl Was clustered round her head. Senior clasmates, little maid, How many may you be? How many? Seven in all, she said, And wondering looked at, me. And where are they, I pray you tell? She answered, Seven are we, Two of us in Attica dwell And two on Rural Route Three. And one of our number in Judyville, Another on the prairie bleak: And the other one by chance does dwell On the banks of Old Pine Creek. You say you're Judyville Seniors, And one in Judyville dwells, That seems rather niysterious, The reason I pray you tell. We live far and wide in the country, ' And we ride to school in a hack, It's a daily trip to the school house ,And each evening we have to ride back. Bertha Pugh, '26 lTl mhz Bag flnifzrg This is a bright'and sunny day, Our teacher lets us have our way. The fleecy clouds roll overhead, And makes the pupils feel like dead. Now the pupils of this class Know that they cannot hope to pass, For Alma Hartz is writing a story And does not know whether, it will cause worry, And we do not know what Madge will write .For she did not dream at all last night. Now speaking of dreams it always seems, As if the brightest sunbeams Were saying with all their might and main, That spring will soon be here again. ' Forrest Brewer, '26. Page 25 r I . I 1-- Y h .M 4 4 5 , s 'Os P I' 'N 5 1 df 1