Kendall High School - Troubadour Yearbook (Kendall, NY)

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1935 THE TROUBADOUR REFLECTIONS She looked in the mirror and wrinkled her nose, Then she struck a Garboish pose, She brushed a hand lightly over her hair And looked at her image with a superior air. Then she would smile and laugh like an elf, As though greatly enjoying a joke with herself. The mirror gave back such pleasant reflections That she pushed her face nearer for closer inspection. How did they do it in that movie last night? Oh yes, close your left eye and open your right, Then dip your head down to your shoulder and smile That was the way to flirt and beuile. But, seriously now, little Shirley aged seven, Wondered if she could do this as well at eleven. -Nellie Wing, English IV BUNNY'S TRICKS Once there was a rabbit With a funny little habit Of standing on his head to speak a piece, 'Till his mother said, Now, Bunny, Such a conduct isn't funny And really these performances must cease ! -Russell Ashman, English I PREACHER JACK Oh! I am a preacher In a long brownish cloak, I stand in my pulpit To preach to you folk! My full name is Jack: I am often mistook For a stubby old Weed That lives near the brook. Under my canopy I stand all the day, And watch for a chance To advise the right way. My duty's accomplished When all my domain Prepares for Jack Frost, And I turn to flame! -Martha Bekasinski, English I Page Fourteen

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THE TROUBADOUR 1935 MYMOTHER Mother, where is my clean shirt? There are but few of us who haven't asked questions similar to this, hun- dreds of times. Whether I am in a hurry or not I hardly ever stop to look for things if they are not in plain sight but let out a yell and ask Mother where this or that is. Mother usually seems to know, if she doesn't she will answer in a pleasant voice, It's right where you left it. Mother is chief cook and bottle washer. She sees to it that we have three good square meals a day, nice soft clean bed in which to sleep, clean, well mended, neatly pressed clothes for sudden changes and always keeps a good warm fire in winter for us men folks to enjoy after a cold day trim- ming apple trees. Mother's work is never done. She arises each morning to prepare our breakfast shortly after we go to the barn. From that time on she is on the go until she goes to bed. There is dinner and supper to get ready, dishes to wash, baking to do, clothes to wash, ironing to do, floors to sweep and mop, furniture to polish, mending to do, beds to make, and she goes to bed, not re- laxed but thinking what she will do the next day. Besides being cook, scrub lady, laundress, tailor and chamber maid, she is doctor, nurse, personal adviser, and best friend. She takes care of us when we are sick and if we think we are in a little trouble, we run to mother to com- fort and advise us. If we go out for a little while in the evening and stay a little later than we expected, Mother most always leaves a faint light burning and she doesn't sleep well until she knows we are safely in bed. When Mother is sick, believe me, we all try to carry out her work in the house. My younger brother does the baking and part of the other cooking fDad does the restj while I sweep and dust the floors and polish the furniture. We all chip in when there are dishes to wash. An ordinary mother and housewife has the hardest job of any person in the world. She arises early. Her work starts long before seven in the sum- mer and lasts until she goes to bed. Besides all her housework she has her flower garden to look after. She takes great pride in it despite the fact that it is hard work. How can we make things easier for Mother? Let's all try to do something each and every day that will lighten her burden of everyday drudgery. It makes no diiference how small this something is as long as it saves steps for Mother and as long as she appreciates it. -Luther Armstrong, English IV 1. v., E E1 . .Q Jn f f i ggi X, J 1 Aff 'fl-life L Page Thirteen

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THE TROUBADOUR CONDEMNED! Eleven hours, 'tis stated They sat in counsel While millions waited To hear their decision. In their twelve hands There had been placed The decision to one man's fate. They knew no more of him Than that which others, While swearing to tell the truth, Had told. The doors were slowly opened And one by one The jury took their seats Which they had held Since first the trial began. The spokesman slowly rose And, evading the young man's eyes He said, We find the victim guilty. Therefore, he must die. -Challiss Preston, English IV Z1.. . WI-IAT'S THIS? 4 shiny mud guards, 4 wheel brakes, 4 shock snubbers, When she shakes, 4 new pistons, 4 plugs too, 4 wide doors To enter through, 4 bright headlights, How they shine, 4 more payments-then she's mine. 1935 -Richard Gray, English III LIFE, A MERE DRAMA Life, Happiness, Hardships, A drama on a crowded stage, The players but walking shadows. The curtain never lowered, The scenery seldom changed, The play never ended. Ceasing never? No one knows. -Luther Armstrong, English IV Page Fifteen