La Porte High School - El Pe Yearbook (La Porte, IN)

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A Love Letter Dear Miss Sutton: The great love I have expressed for you is false and 1 find my indifference toward you increases daily. The more I see of you the more you appear to my eyes an object of contempt. I feel myself in every way disposed and determined to hate you. I can assure you that I never intended to love you. Our last conversation has left an impression on my mind, which by no means impressed ime of the extremely high standard of your character. Your temper would make me entirely unhappy. If you and I were married I expect nothing but the hatred of my friends added to the everlasting dis- pleasure of living with you. I have indeed a heart to bestow, but I do not desire to imagine it at your service. I could not owe it to anyone more inconsiderate and conspicuous than yourself and be capable of doing justice to myself and family. 1 think you are aware of the fact that I expect and sincerely hope you will favor me by avoiding me. You need not trouble yourself about answering this letter as your letters are always full of impertinence and do not have a shadow of art and good sense. Believe me, I 3m so adverse to you that it is impossible for me to be Your affectionate Sweetheart. Mr. Taylor p. s.—I suppose you were so inquisitive and read every line of this, and really I only intended for you to read every other line. So you will oblige me by reading it over and this time, omit every second line. Thanking you again, I remain, your— The Twenty-Third Psalm for Physics Class Mr. Hughes is my teacher. I shall not pass. He maketh me to work hard experiments; and exposes my ignorance before the class. He bringeth me to tears. He causeth me to learn rules for my grade’s sake. Yea, tho’ I study from sunrise to sunset I catch not the drift. For rules and regulations bother me. He prepareth hard lessons for me in the presence of my classmates. He flunketh me completely. My eyes run over abundantly. Surely 1 shall dwell in the Physics class forever. (For I don’t seem to be getting out very fast.) Page Thirteen

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.MISS Nl'TTER—Her heart Is Ilk»» the fair son-shell, there's music ever in It. MR. ANCKI.-I.ove the trade thou hast learned so well and be content herewith. MISS STORMS—Blest with that charm, the certainty to please. MR. At'I.T What do we live for if not to make the world less difficult for each other. MR. CRl'BKR—Education be- gins a gentleman: conversaitlon completes him. Puge Twelve

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A High School Teacher Whene’er I enter this teacher’s room A wondrous something dispels all gloom It seems as though where’er I may roam I here feel happy, I feel at home. It is the smile on the teacher's face That makes me happy when in this place And though I tired of school may be He makes life worth while anew to me. A father for us he seems to be A man of kindness, simplicity A little joke he will laugh about. But as to foolishness—“My lad, look out” He’s calm and patient and understands Just how you feel. When he gives com- mands We’re always eager to do his will To do it quickly, to do it well. You feel that he’ll never “bawl you out”; Not until he’s compelled to without a doubt When there is something you want ex- plained He does it willingly, no fact retained He is a giant, stately, handsome, tall And has a heart; therefore we love him all. There are not many amateurs who can Write poems worthy of a worthy man Therefore I cannot tell his name—but guess And then, if you guess right, I will con- fess. —J. Schelin. Page Fourteen