Kalona High School - Centerika Yearbook (Kalona, IA)

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Spring fever is like a Ford, one doesn’t feel like doing anything. One lags around the house, since one is too lazy to move or work. A Ford also lags around like a man with spring fever. AEN Spring fever is like an animal in hibernation. Also it is like a dormant door, swinging only when it has to. People who catch this disease are never seen doing strenuous or unnecessary work. W. S. Spring fever is like a contagious disease. It is like paralysis creeping up on you and taking away all ambition. It seems as though it were the lull before the storm. It catches a person unaware like a cat. It has different symptoms like the flu and has a variety of results like the measles. M. F. Spring fever is like hay fever. It comes every year just as Santa Claus does. When one should be working he is lying around li’e a bear in hiber- nation. This is very monotonous. Gai Spring fever is like a contagious disease be- cause it spreads very rapidly. It causes people to become tired or ambitionless. The best cure for such a disease is to sleep until one feels “fit as a fiddle’ to start work. The disease usually lasts long enough to make a person feel foolish. hee ie Spring fever is like a contagious disease. One likes to watch other people work, but he, himself, is fond of the shade seeking habit. One good thing a person gets out of spring fever is catching up on sleep and obtaining more knowledge from the daily newspapers. The best cure is to wait until winter comes. ames Spring fever is like the life a lazy negro leads. It gives you the feeling that doing nothing is fun. It makes work seem impossible. LK: Spring fever is to hay fever as day is to night. There are times when hay fever is monotonous as spring fever is tiresome. Both make you feel dull. ars Informal Letters Kalona, Iowa March 26, 1941 Dear Betty, This is the most beautiful spring day of 1941. The blue sky with large fluffy clouds floating through it seems to recall to my mind a vivid inci- dent, which will go down as history in the diary of Center High School. It was a surprise party for our English teacher, Miss Thomas, who was married in June. Miss Thomas treated us all to candy bars one day, so, we students, wishing to be just as nice to her, planned to surprise her. And surprise her we did. For nearly three weeks we carefully made plans for the party only to have them interrupted by the weather. We set the date of the party for a week later. The day arrived and our hearts beat with anxiety for that evening, to our disappoint- ment, we learned that Miss Thomas was going to her home in North English. Our hopes vanished for now the party would be delayed longer. Mrs. Swartzendruber, realizing what distress it would bring to us, cleverly planned a way in which to keep our teacher from going home. And so after many days of planning we were able to have our party. Was Miss Thomas surprised! She stood and stared at us for a moment not knowing whether it was real or whether she was dreaming. We had fun, of course, but today the after effects of the party are PAGE 22 showing on all the pupils’ faces. We will probably go to sleep before the day is over. Write soon and tell me all about what has been happening to you. Your cousin Kathleen Kalona, Iowa March 26, 1941 Dear Ardis, Are you still journeying to school each morn- ing; how do you like it? Yes, I’m still in school, struggling with algebra problems and enjoying’ it. Isn’t it great that we have schools and are able to attend them? Since our chief tools in school are books, I’ll tell you how I feel about them. Some books are to me as friends while cthers are as enemies. These so-called “‘enemy’” books may be compared to soldiers who use camouflage to hide themselves. They look safe on the outside while un- der the cover they are dangerous and harmful. My schoolbooks and many others, are my friends. I would appreciate a letter from you giving your opinion on this subject. Sincerely Irene Brenneman

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