Louise S McGehee School - Spectator Yearbook (New Orleans, LA)

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THE SPECTATOR F0rtY-five Mocking Quotations Aragon-The absent are like children, helpless to defend themselves. Berea-The most unhappy of all men is he who believes himself so. Blish-She neglects her heart who studies her face. Burns-There never was a fair woman but yet she made mouths at her- self in a glass. Caffery-It is said that God is always on the side of the heaviest battalion. Clabaugh-Such labored phrases in so strange a style, Amaze the unlearned and make the learned smile. Clark, Amelie-Thoughtful, disciplined, intended inaction. Clark, Anne-Brevity is the soul of wit. Demarest-Down on your knees, and thank Heaven for a good man's love. Durland-Strong feelings do not necessarily make a strong character. Eaves-Mind your speech a little, lest it may mar your fortunes. Farrar-How poor are they that have not patience. Faust-Spare your breath to cool your porridge. Gibbens-Hell is full of good intentions. Greenwald-Come forth into the light of things. Gould-The sex is ever to the soldier kind. Hamilton-East, drink, and be merry! Havard-A mighty hunter, and her prey was man. Hecht-But all in good time. Iackson-At every word a reputation dies. Keyes-My book and heart must never part. McDonough-The kitchen is my shrine. McGivney-Rest, rest perturbed spirit! Moran-Some persons do first, think afterward, and then repent forever. Nunez-It is a great evil as well as a misfortune to be unable to utter a prompt and decided No . O'Hara-She had a head to contrive and a hand to execute any mischief. Pugh-Rest is the sweet sauce of labor. Smith, E.-l'm a bad dog, a mad dog, teasing silly sheep, I love to sit any bay the moon, and keep fat souls from sleep. Smith, K.-A bitter and perplexed, What shall I do? is worse to man than worst necessity. Thomas-Why should the devil have all the good tunes? Verlander-Coquetry whets the appetite. Wellemeyer-Youth is always too serious. Wiener-Her innocence, a child. ' Witherspoon-What right have we to pry into the secrets of others? Wogan-He is as mad as a March hare.

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Forty-four y THE SPECTATOR snake. After they have seen their fill, they, to my utter horror, proceed to beat on the car. When they have discovered that it will not fall down, they walk slowly down the street, and I am left alone. Time marches on, and I begin to feel like doing something, so I try to find a book to read. But all I can discover is the Tourist's Map of New Orleans. which I have already read six times. Upon looking around, I see a fly trying to get out of the car. I watch it a minute, then obligingly lower a window and let it out. The sun is sinking, and the street lights are turned on. I am begin- ning to be very hungry, and the fragrant odor of cooking doesn't make me feel any better. The sky is rather dark, and I can now occupy myself by counting the cars that pass by. I still haven't lost my appetite. Then I turn and see Daddy coming out of the house. He walks slowly to the car, puts his bag in the back seat, and says: lane, I was thinking about you when Mrs. Harris gave me that piece of cake, but I couldn't very well bring you any. lane Alsobrook '44 A Brief Resume of My Easter Holiday I have at last discovered a cure for the introvert-a cure which may or may not be permanent Caccording to the casei-but which never fails to work for at least a brief period. This cure of which I speak is remark- ably simplep one may effect it in any number of different ways-watching a baseball game, riding a horse, swimming, playing tennis, in fact in doing anything which entails exposure to the sun. There is something about a face red and raw from over-exposure to the sun's rays which attracts one's fellow man. lPerhaps it is merely the fact that it is so conspicuous-I do not know, and I shall not endeavor to explore the mystery. It is enough simply to say it is so.7 Even the most shy and retiring soul must eventually succumb to the demands of every- one who beholds him-and try to explain Cas if it weren't evident what has happenedl. One is not safe anywhere from prying eyes and the inevitable questions-the street car conductor, the girl at Holmes, the milk-man, all are eager to know the details, however, ghastly. Although I heartily recommend this cure for the introvert, I still be- lieve the old methods more satisfactory if one is, for example, looking for a husband. It is true fish are attracted by bright colored objects, but they are hooked only by swallowing them. Likewise, a well-cooked meal has greater powers over a man than a well-cooked face.

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Forty-six THE SPECTATOR Mississippi Episode Quoted from a story told to my Great Aunt's Great Aunt up yonder in Mississippi by a bum who was always setting up to the big sto'. Well, Bud Thomson come along Main street as usual every Sattidy mawnin for to git the groceries fer them folks up to Dry Gulch Ranch. There sure were not any reason to call it thet but they did. It were not any bigger than any of them truck farms . . . Well, anyway, Bud come along as usual. He wuzn't so new around but he wuzn't old neither. I-Ie had come down from Ohio near about two years ago and thar wuzn't much nobody knew about him except thet he wuz still nuthin but a reg'lar worker over to thet Ranch, faithful as he wuz, too. Other boys they got premoted, then they'd git fiahed when they had drunk 'too much, but Bud, he jest stayed like he wuz, never drunk, never fiahed, and never premoted. Now, usually Bud would stop a second by the post office tl guess he wuz a-hopin thet he'd git a letterl before he Went to the sto'. But I ain't never seen him git but one yet, and thet one wuz to tell him bout his maw up to Ohio twhen she diedl. Bud left town round then but he come back agin a month later and he got himself thet same ole job up to the Ranch. Now I jest always sorta knowed thet boy hed somebody up to Ohio thet he knew becuz he musta always been expecting thet letter from somebody, and so he jest musta known somebody to git it from. Bud he never would say nuthin and then we always did think it wuz good to mind your own bizness, so we ain't never asked him nuthin. Well-anyways-I'm gittin off my story bout thet day Bud was com- ing down Main street as usual when sudden-like thar wuz a pistol shot and everybody looks around and sees Bud stagger and fall down. They start runnin over thar to Bud, and a big bunch gathers and they're yellin to git a doctor and givetBud air and stand back. I wuz runnin over thar when I seen somebody tlooked like a gall runnin to beat the band round down by Slick Trotter's house. She wuz runnin away and so I run after her. When I got by the house thar she wuz settin all crumpled up by thet house cryin like all git-out. It sure wuz puzzling me and I ain't never seen thet gal around these parts before, so I asked her what wuz wrong. She looks up scared like and starts off cryin again. Wel, I jest can't stand to listen to no woman cry, and specially not no gal, so I asked her agin what wuz wrong. She slowed up about then and between her snifftn she said thet she wuz cryin bout killin somebody thet she didn't wonta kill but thet he hed been engaged to her and had no right never even to write her or come see her up to Ohio, even at his maw's