Mayville High School - Rocket Yearbook (Mayville, WI)

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The Rocket M. H. S. '23 The Rocket Safact There was a student who loved no studies, And books with deepset knowledge, And teachers standing by their desksg And between much loafing and no studying He found time to play football, And have three touchdowns, And graduate with an athlete's pride. And there was a student who studied long lessons, Sitting in his study by an electric lamp, Turning many pages And brushing the dust from his mindg And between Plato and Robert Browning He found time to play football, And have three touchdowns, And graduate with a students pride. And there was a student who loved long lessons, Sitting in his study by an electric lamp, Turning numerous pages And adding light to his mental darknessg And between Plato and Shakespeare He found no time for football, And three touchdowns, And graduated with a bookworm's pride. Tonight the wind tickles three tombstones, And only a wry-faced moon hears them talking, Talking about football and loafing, Talking about Plato and Robert Browning. Age We have been sick and weary Sadly torn and dreary Of both body and minds. Never-the-less you must confess That our success hasn't been any less For being so weary at times. Page Twenty-nine

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The Rocket M. H. S. '23 The Rocket Qld Fashioned Gardens As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunHowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them. HENRY WARD Baacnsn In the olden days-or the golden days, gardens were next to paradise, places where contentment and happiness were stored up in every fragrant bud and blossom. Perhaps it was the custom of our grandmothers and our grandfathers to have large gardens, with millions of varieties of fiowers and plants, but what if-had not they found pleasure, contentment, and love amidst the foliage of wondrous per- fumes and shadows of Nature's own gift to whoever would take it to heart-I dare say even love was kindled and restored in many of these wonderful and rapturous visions of heaven on earth. Who could restrain the feeling of happiness and tingling joy, to be amidst rows and rows of balmy poppies and tulips? The evenings were usually spent in the cool invigorating air of these gardens, where the many tiny song birds afforded sweet, rapturous music throughout the long and quiet evenings of the summer. What could be sweeter than a quiet stroll along the various paths, and winding terraces, surrounded by hosts of scented fiowers--here a bed of pansies and there a cluster of hollyhocks of different hues and shadings, closed and silent for a quiet rest, and, in the corner away from the bright staminous flowers, a little bed of forget-me-nots. Along the whitewashed walls clambered a neat trellis of tiny wax-like roses. In the center of the garden was usually a large fountain, filled with lofty, balmy daffodils that danced and fluttered in each saucy breeze. Tiny, sensi- tive fish, brilliant as the flowers surrounding the fountain, hurried to and fro among the twining stems of the water-lilies. - Oftimes when the dusk had settled upon the world and tiny stars began to appear in the heavens, she had waited passionately for her bespoken lover to arrive.- Beautiful as the roses beside her, she sat head buried in her hands-weeping, but lovely-A footstep on the soft moss-trod path announced his arrival to her- Did not the gardens of a century or two ago prove more enchanting and lovely than the clamor and confusion of the din of music and luster in a modern Terrace Garden. GONE!-But not forgotten-no, never! are these gardens, which passed with the departure of so passionate and lovable a generation,--I do heartily commend the attitude in which our forefathers have said it to her with 4'flowers , and the efforts in which our poets and writers have striven to portray the lifelike sentiment of the OLD FASHIONED GARDENS. Cam. MUENCH Page Twenty-eight H

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The Rocket M. H. S. ,23 The Rocket A Fool There Was- On the first day of school M. H. S. was visited by many students who wished to spend the following year there. Among the newcomers was Daniel Comstock, a country lad, later known as Dannie Cornstalk, or just Cornstalk. The assembly, which had just been quieted by the professor, shook with laughter as Daniel entered. The sight of him was enough to make a horse laugh. His trousers went down as far as four inches above his ankles, and the remainder was covered by a stocking of a gas-light-green. His shoes had everything but a shine and strings. His trousers, it was discovered, were shirred around the waist and held up by a girl's leather belt. Little can be said about the coat, only that it was too large fevidently his father'sJ, and that the sleeves were ever too short. Several days passed in which Daniel seemed to be the topic of discussion and the teachers gave up all hope of ever pounding anything into his ivory. One year later : It was the beginning of a new year, and the foregoing one had been a failure to Daniel. This year when he entered, one of the prominent boys of the school yelled to him, Hello Cornstalk, are you going to be exempt in everything again this year? This was true, Daniel had been exempt in everything, but below seventy five. Now it happened that there was to he a debating club that year, and Dan'el was wondering what it was like. One day the professor announced that he woul'l like to see all those who wished to join the debating team in the office. One of the boys, seeing Daniel get up to go into the office, mumbled in a low tone, Hey Cornstalk, tell him you want to be quarter back on the team. Daniel, not knowing what de- bating was like, and having heard of a quarter back on the foot ball team, said he would. When the professor asked him what he wanted on the team he replied bravely, I want to be quarter back on the debating team. This was the greatest shock the professor had ever received, and he told the English teacher who happened to be in the room at the time, to take Cornstalk and explain to him what a debating team was like. This she did and more, for she told him to come to her home for special help that evening. He agreed with her and went. The evening before the debate the second speaker became ill and had to have an operation. The English teacher, to whose home Daniel had been going for special help, finally convinced the professor that Daniel was capable of taking the position. Daniel was put into the place, as second speaker. When Daniel arose that evening, as second speaker, the audience sat there as if petrified, with eyes and mouths wide open, and all hope of winning the debate was shattered. The first sentence of his talk was shaky and poorly worded, but the second had a very good point and was brought out so clearly that no one could miss it. In that Page Thirty