McKinley High School - Nugget Yearbook (St Louis, MO)

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Tl-IE CARNATION The Women of Shakespeare A Masque for the Bard QThe curtaln rlses to the sound of deep solemn Ellzabethan musxc The hghts on the stage are very dlm Enter the Tragxc Musej Ttaglc Muse Ha1l' Poet of the Matchless Muse Ha1l to the bard who know all l1ves through whose blood and braln there crept the shadow and chlll of every death Come all ye Splfltb of the solemn deeps of unxversal l1fe and g1VC pra1se to the Poet of Avon' Fzrst Sp1r1t Hall sweetest Shakespeare Fancy s chlld Warbllng thy natlve Wood notes w1ld Second Splfll' Thou IH our wonder and astomshment Hast bullt thyself a lastmg monument Thzrd Splrlt All honor to the poet Who though h1s head be Hxdden ln the skles Plants h1s firm foot upon Our common earth Fourth Spzrzt He was not of an abe but for all tlme And all the Muses st1ll were 1n then' pr1me When llke Apollo he came forth to warm Fzfth Spzrzt He pours ln Hoods of supernatural 11 h Fancys br1ght bemgs on the charmed Sl Szxth Splflf Each chan e of many colored llfe he drew Exhausted worlds and then 1ma 1ned new CThe Traglc Muse and her Splrlts dance a dance of lnvocatlonj Traglc Muse I would that I could hear once more the Words that were created whlle I was guldlng h1s pen O Love thou teacher O Grief thou tamer and T1me thou healer of human hearts brln hlther all your deep and serious revelations Let me tread not boldly but wlth awe w1th1n the 1nmost sanctuary of Shakespeare s gemus Come julret lxve once more wlthm my heart fulzet T tt ,l , . . , . . , A W , . Ll ' I , . 3 ' 97 .. 7 7 97 .. U - , . . L , Y - 7 Our ears, or like a Mercury to charm. ,, , . .g t ' ' ' 'ghtf' Al O, - ' b 1 l . U. H 6 . W 9 . . . . n , 7 s 1 ' 9 Y g . . . y v . . . , . . . , . four -en

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THE CARNATION Iiailto hdcliinleyl Hail to McKinley, hail to McKinley, hail to McKinley High Rah' Unto thee, McKinley High, praises to the sky e er ascend While with heads in harmony Humbly before thee bend. Borne to every mountain side, every mountain side O'er the ocean wide is thy name' And we join 1n a cheer All thy sons far and near In saluting our McKinley High And as every shout resounds against thy towers Where we spent so many happy hours St Louis stands with sword in hand The proudest Saint in all the land And hear his song As we march alon With true hail McKinley H1 h May thy sons ever be as true a Whose name We receive Firm just standin for ri ht Ever thy portals they leave May thy crimson colored Ha Never need to drag in diso race But borne by the manly Youth of McKinley Lead in the high school race Rah rah rah' Rah rah rah' li she ,kxtririff ,fiittt grit!! firm!-:fir 'iiiii t ftffft 6 -Q? . . y 7 Y . . .D - 4 A 'W 1 ' N Y ' Y . O' 3 . 1 . . .g I . s . Y . g .g ' ' - g - ' 'S 9 7 7 Y ' V U ' r f V ' . is L4 Y jr gli-25 x5 of 'e'i:e'5' A gf -ai , V ,-Mfg' -5

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THE CARNATION Ttaglc Muse Helena Helena touched wlth such soul subduln pathos let me hear agam the t1de of feellng that escaped from thy burst mg heart when the confesslon of love was wrung from thy soul Helena and The Countess Ttaglc Muse And thou Lady Macbeth whose amb1txon for thy husband IS the rullng mot1ve of thy life ambltlon gratlfled only at the expense of every just and generous prlnclple and every rlghteous feel mg In pursuxt of th1ne object thou art cruel treacherous and darmg The murder thou lnstxgatedst IS rendered more frxghtful by dlsloyalty and lngratxtude and by the vxolatlon of all the most sacred clalms of k1ndred and hosp1tal1ty Speak speak agaln the words that lxke an evil geruus led thy coward husband on and on to h1s murderous deed Show too thy shrmkmg soul when the frults of wrong had been garnered Lady Macbeth Tragzc Muse The fate of Rome once lay 1n the hands of a woman and that woman was Volumnla O Roman matron so full of lofty patrlotmsm patrlclan haughtmess and maternal pr1de I would see thee once more as when ln grandeur of soul you won from your angry son tleat peace for Rome whlch all the swords of Italy and her confederate arms could not have purchased Volumma Trag1c Muse Ophella poor Ophella' Oh far too sweet too Good too falr to be cast among the brxers of thlS workmg day world and to fall and bleed upon the thorns of Llfe The sorrow thou wast made to bear was too much and thy sweet m1nd hes m fragments a pxtxful spec tacle Thy song comes to me agaln lxke the pla1nt1ve call of the blrd to its mate as the evenlng shadows fall Ophe11a Traglc Muse Gentle true Port1a' come speak agaln the beautxful words that w1th true matronly d1gn1ty and tenderness plead thy right to share thy husband s secrets Port1a CSoft muslc IS heard 1n the dlstancej Tragzc Muse Hark that IS the Splrlt of Gladness before her beam mg smlle and gladsome volce my powers vanish om hands let us dance a dance of farewell e er she comes to take our place CThe Traglc Muse and her Sp1r1ts dance The Splrxts leave the stage one by one and the Traglc Muse dances alone The mus c that was heard so famtly ln the dlstance becomes louder The Traglc Muse stops leer dance A soft voice xs heard smgxng Hark Hark the Lark Q Tragzc Muse I have no power agamst that vo1ce fThe Tragic Muse leaves the stage just as the Spxrlt of Gladness I-nr I Q ' - ' 0 9 1 t, , - 1 1 , - - 1 1 ' ' 1 - 1 , - 1 - 1 1 b ' - 1 1 1 - . H . . 1 - 1 1 23 1 1 ' 1 , , 1 ' 1 1 1 1 ' , . J . 1 ' : , . . . . . . H ,, ' ' 1 1 1 - ' 5-.-n