McKinley High School - President Yearbook (Buffalo, NY)

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4 l THE flRT1Srl.N 105 The Hammer A hammer is a most useful and necessary tool in the hands of a carpenter or anyone who has a legitimate use of it. NVitl1 it you may drive a nail or bruise a. finger. When one needs a ,hammer 'he needs it badly. It is really a house- hold necessity. To bring to the hammer is a term often used when one is com- pelled to sell at auction his personal property. The carpenter then and the auctioneer as well use the hammer. The miner uses a hammer to drive his drill. The circus man uses a hannner to drive the stakes for the tent ropes. The stonecutter uses it to guide his chisel.. There is the riveting hammer, the tack hammer, blocking hammer, lnficklayer's hammer, steam hammer and trip ham- mer. Hammers of stone are still found in the relies of antiquity and are still in use among barbarous races. There is the piano hammer, the gun hammer, the dental hannner, the horseman's hammer, the blacksmith 's hammer, and the forgerls hammer. There are more kinds of hammers than anything else in the world. In mythology there is Thor hannner by the throwing of which thunder and lightning was caused. Everyone of these hammers, even the mythological one, has some good and legitimate purpose but there is just one hammer in the world that is the opposite of all these others and that is the hammer which the professional knocker wields with such malicious and fatal results. That is one hammer which should forever be east out from the line of ancestral hammers of 'fame and dignity. lf you are toting a hammer like this throw it away. Bury it. so deep that you will have to go around on the other side of the globe to resurrect it. This kind of a. hammer should never be used. The man who wickedly and wantonly wields the knoeker's hammer should be forever silenced by a well directed blow on the head with a sledge hannner. Boost-don't knock. The Letter EH Someone has expressed the opinion that the letter E is the most unfor- tunate letter in tl1e alphabet because it is always out of cash, forever in debt, never out of danger, and in hell all of the time. Our editorial sanctum adds that for some reason the writer of the above overlooked the good qualities of the letter E and calls attention to the fact that it is never in war, always in peace, and never in prison. It is the beginning of existence, the commencement of ease, and the end of trouble. Vfithout it there would he no life in Heaven, no sleep and no eats. flt is the center of honesty, makes love perfect, and without it there would be no carpenters in America. The poorest religion is the kind tl1at is used for a cloak. Many a ll1El11,S idea of popularity is to have a great big funeral. The most valuable education comes from making blunders.

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104 THE ARTISAN A Composite Poem Sometime ago an American was traveling in Australia, when he came to a sheep-herder's deserted shanty. ln some old papers i11 the shanty he found a poem which proved to be a literary curiosity. The poem is composed of 52 lines and each line is from a different author. Here is the poem and the author from whose work each line was taken : Wlizii' strange infatuation rules mankind. CCh,utim't0nj Wliait different spheres to human bliss assigned Cliogmsj To loftier things your finer pulses burn, CO. Spmguej If man would but his finer nature learn. CR. H. Dafmtl VVhat several ways men to their calling have, CB. JOII-11.90115 And. grasp at life though sinking to, the grave. CFalc0'u0rj Ask what is human life? The sage replies, fC0'I.l7IJC7'D Wealtli, pomp and honour but empty toys, CFcrgns0nj lVe trudge, we travel but from pain to pain, CQ4uafrZesj 'Weak, timid landsmen on life 's stormy main. CB1m'nsj We only toil who are the first oi' things, CTci1-nysonj From labour health, from health contentment springs. C Henlfiej Fame runs before ns like the morning star: Cllryclcnj How little do we know that which we are! CByr0nj Let none then here his certain knowledge boast, CPOmj'refj Of 'fleeting joys too certain to be lost, ClVcdle-rj For ever all things hangs a cloud of fear- Clloodj All us but change and separation here. CSicelej To smooth life's passage o'er its stormy way, Cfflllligflfj Sum up at night what thou hast done by dayg CHOP'I2K?7'll Be rich in patience if thou in goods be poor, CD-'uiibrrrj So many men do stoope to sight unsure. CC, ilVh1'fll'f'Qljil Choose out the man to virtue most inclined, Chfowcj Throw envy, folly, prejudice behind. CLCPIIQIIOIHGD Defer not till tomorrow to be wise- CUOng-retvej ' Vtfealth, heaped on wealth, nor truth nor safety buys. CDT. JOIHISOIIJ Rcineinbrance worketh with her busy brain, CGOZcZsfin.i'tIij Care draws on care, woe comforts woe againg fD7'CL'U1'01ID On high estates huge heaps of care attend, CW ebstm-J No joy so great but runneth to an endg CS0'ittlLiveltj No hand applaud what honour shuns to hear, CT7z.0nz.s0n.j NVho cast oif shame should likewise cast otf fear. CK-nowlcsj Grief haunts us down the precipice of years, C TV. S. Lft'1l.Cl0l'D Virtue alone no dissolution fearsg CE. Moorej , Time loosely spent will not again be won, CR. Green-cj Wliat shall I do to be forever known? CCr0wZeyj But now the wane of life comes darkly on, CJ0f1f111m, Bfufllirzj After a thousand mazes overgoneg Clfcatsj ln this brief state of trouble and unrest. CB. Bm't0'nj Man never is but always to be blest. CPOpeJ Time is the present hour, the past is fled, CM r1r.wZ011,j O! thou futurity, our hope and dread, CEll'i0ttj How fading are the joys we dote upon l CBlrti1'j Oh ! while 1 speak the present 11101llG1.1t7S gone. Cflkeizs-iclej Lo, thou eternal arbiter of things, C 0flN11fL'Hl.j How awful is the hour when conscience stings, CJ. Per'ci?vaZj Conscience, stern arbiter in every breast- CJ. A. I11.ZUz.0'usej The fluttering wish on wing that will not rest. CMa,lLetj This above all, to thine own self be true, CS11.uiccsprza.raj Learn to live well, that thou may ist die so, too CSi0' J. Denhnnij To those that list, the world's gay scenes 'I leave, CSpe'ncm'j Some ills we wish for when we wish to live. QYOII-Gligj

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106 THE ARTISAN OLD DARKEY'S ADVTCE ' ' Dontt be what you ain'tg Jes' be what you is. lf you is not what you am, Then you ani not what you is. If you're just a little tadpole, Don 't try to be a frog, If you're just the tail, Don 't try to wag the dog. You can always pass the plate, 'lt you can't exhort and preach. lf you're just a little pebble, Don't try to be the beach. Don't be what you ain't, Jes, be what you is. THE OP'l'l'M,l'S'l' lilis horse dropped dead and his mule went lame And he lost three cows in a poker game, And a cyclone came on a summcr's day And carried the home where he lived awayg Then the tax collector he came around And charged him up with a hole in the groundg Then. the village marshal he hovc in view And made him settle his street tax, too. Did he grieve when his old friends failed to call? Wlieii the cyclone came and swallowed all? Did he moan or sigh, did he weep or cry? Did he curse the hurricane sweeping by? No! No! Not he, but he climbed on the hill WilCl'C standing room was left him still, And taking his hat from his old bald head, Witli poise and sublime, he gently said: The last six months have been bad, you bet, lint, thank God, 'l haven 'tl the small-pox yet l SOME VOCABULAR-Y A man whose vocabulary seems to be unlimited when he desires to describe conditions, and whose nights were made sleepless by a switch engine, recently wrote as follows to the railroad company: Is it absolutely necessary in discharge of his duty day and night, that the engineer of your yard at the upper terminal bridge should make his engine ding and dong and fizz and spit and clang and bang and buzz and hiss and bell and wail and pant and 1-ant and yowl and grate and grind and putt and bump and click and clank and chng and moan and hoot and toot and crash and grunt and gasp and groan and whistle and wheeze and squawk and blow and jar and peek and rasp and jingle and twang and claek and mumble and jangle and ring and clatter and yelp and eroak and howl and hum and snarl and putt and growl and thump and boom and clash and jolt and jostle and shake and screech and snort and snarl and slam and shake and throb and crink and quiver and rumble and roar and rattle and yell and smoke and smell, and shriek like h---il