Judyville High School - Jargon Yearbook (Judyville, IN)

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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

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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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whim..-w. 1... u.f.....u:.a4.4 ..., T H E fL.1BfE RTY . fe-M 2-:iw . ,ns-,gQ?,1:1 'Q',,?S5'!5'5' iss Iarrzxheas filake Miss Larrabee made a cake one day, , It wasu't flt to eat. Gave Mr. Letferson the stomach ache, Mr. Brewer a pain in his feet. Alma lay on the lounge, She swore that she was dead, And Madge lay down upon the door, While Paul' patted her on the head. But best of all this cake, I know Is that she stirred it with her feet, It's a wonder the-Seniors and teachers aren't all dead For that cake wasn't fit to eat. Katherine Hetrick, 29 l11.l1--i eval me Qmita Cecil took his girl to a fancy ball- It was a social, hop, They stayed until the folks went out, And the music it did stop: Then to a restaurant they went- ,The best one in the streetg Anita said she wasn't hungryg But this ls what she eat: A dozen raw, a,plate of slaw, A chicken and A roast, Some sparrow grass and apple sass, And soft shell crabs on toast: A blg box stew and crackers too, Her appetite was immense, When she called for pie, Cecil thought he'd die, For he had but titty cents. You bet he wasn't hungry- ' He didn't care-to eat Expecting every moment To be kicked out in the street: She said she'd bring her family round Some day and we'd have fun, Then he gave the man iltty cents And 'this is what he done: He tore his clothes, smashed Cecil's nose, I-le hit him in the jaw: Hegave him a prize of a pair of black eyes, And with him swept the floor: He took hlm where his collar fit loose And threw him over a. fence. Cecil says, Take my advice, don't try it twice When you've got but fifty cents. Elmo Francis, '28 Page 26 lm.: Juan. h