Marshall High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Minneapolis, MN)

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THE PROLOGUE—FROM THE MARSHALL TALES Whan that Septembre with his colours brighte The heat of August hath made ful lighte, Bifel that, in that sesoun on a day. In Marshall, in the high school as I lay. Well six and fifty in a campaigne Of sondry folk by aventure y-falle. In fellowshipe and pilgrims were they alle, To teach the youngen folk to rede And eke to songs maken not to drede. A Knight ther was, and that a worthy man, Ross Young, maistre, clepped since he began To foughten for his faith and eke his righte. And worthy was he in all men’s sighte. With him ther was a squire right serviceable. Curteys he was, of learning indefatigable; So, though at night he sleep, yet not so hard As seemeth us should sleep Mr. Reichard. A clerk, Miss Moynihan, of Marshall, too. Noght spake she more than was her right to do. A wary man of law and wise there was Nowhere a busier man as he na nas. Discreet was Raymond Gray and much revered Ry seniors eke much loved and muchly feared. Page Ten

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TO MISS HAYES A cheerfulness that makes a dull day bright; Gay words that let the heart laugh with them too; A smile that reached the sparkle of her eyes As clouds will let the warming sunlight through. Her cheerfulness is not her greatest gift— The kindest heart that ever person blest. A word of heartening praise remembered long, A wish to strive and stand the hardest test. Shakespeare became adventure in our eyes. Guided by her hand we saw new things; We felt the immortal poetry of words Lifted from a common world by wings. She inspired us to do the best we could. Beauty of soul shines through her kindly eyes, An impression made on a growing mind Becoming firm and clear, although “time flies . —Esther Nelson. Page Nine

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A yeman was he who on type did poure And much did he for others in lahoure, A Mr. Olson, who gret service lente By resoun of the toil he thereon spente. Miss Docken, goodly Persoun of a tonne, A great woman in Math, was she renoune. A marchant was ther who before all sate And teached scholars from a bok he gate. For sothe he was a worthy man with alle And Judson Towne men gladen him to calle. A good Wyf was ther, Hope Francis, ful merrie. Reed was hir hair e’en like she was a fairy. A statley man was Willard Ackerson. Alwey his eyen seemed made to twinkle fun. Full majesterally he could endyte And spoken Latin plain and righte. A Frankeleyn was there here and of much lore. A smale hound had she that highte Flora. Smoth wer her lookes as they were leyd in presse. That she was called Miss Shillock is my gesse. But, natheless, have I nor tyme nor space To telle you ferther in this tale pace Of ech of hem more and of what degree. But each wer w ise so as it seemed me And ever worthy of the honors wonne Since that Septembre when Marshall begonne. h 3 P 1 —H == v—1 a ■EZ — l 1 1 1 1 gp M W- ■ ‘ Page Eleven