McKinley Middle School - Mirror Yearbook (Cedar Rapids, IA)

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10 MeKINLEY MIRROR THE CLOTHES-LINE IN THE LOWER HALL Prize Story Good grief! I reinarked. Just look at all those dresses! And all made by the 9-A girls of McKinley! I Do you know, said a dainty blue and white dress, confidently, the girl that made me was not neat, and I was made in sneh 21 short time. You,re lucky! sighed a. green dress. The one that made mcuspent two days on one seam, and she get the left sleeve in the rilit arm-hole, and had to take it out. She was so angry that I was afraid she would tear me to pieces. Too bad! I synipathized. What material are you? Oh, we 're English prints, said a pretty printed dress, waving a sleeve toward five or six others. V And 17111. :1 linen, made nicely, too, said a. suit proudly. See the eolor scheme? Short jacket, blue skirt, and white blouse. XVe're the nieest things, eonlided the snioeks, to slip on. We den'l. know of u. thing easier 'ro get on, er daintier or easier to make. Not one bit easier than we are, declared two good-looking sports dresses. Why, sh-shi Miss Boggs walked up and not another word was heard from any of the dresses. -Marco Luis, 9-B. SPRING Sunny hours, blooming flowers, Singing birds :L-wing, I just run and suminersnultl Wonder if 'tis spring. Mossy bowers, dazzling towers, Gliding in my swing, I never felt so happy- Yes, I guess it's spring. -Mary Ellen Seelye, 9-B. T0 A VIOLET Violet, sweet Violet, please show your face, I have been waiting, yes waiting with grace For you-Croeus and Snowdrop Are beginning to sprout, But it wou't he spring till you eome out. Violet, sweet Violet, I want you so- Dou't be afraid, gone is all the snow! Here is Robin and Red Wing And other birds too- 'Violet 4lon't you see? We're pining for you! Come, come Violet, don't be so shy, Look up, up, and laugh :lt the sky That is so envious of your blue, Because none can ever compete with you! , -Marco Luis, 9-B.

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MeKINLEY MIRROR 9 HAVE YOU A PERSONALITY? Foree and originality of ch:1r:,1eter, together with that elusive, intangible something that we ull instinticely feel, yet ennnot see, we eztll personality. What one of us has not known someone, about whom he hats said, That per- son has p-ersonatlity-he's alive? Should you like to possess personality? .lf you would-be something, do something-be :llivel .Even Percy l'leuvythinker has pe1'sona,lity. No matter how much you know, no nmtter how good al lender you think you might be, no one will ever know it if you sit still and let somebody else recite, or do ull the work. Show what you can do, und be ulivel lf you dou't, no one will ever know you ns :1 person-or, in other words, your personality. You're deud and the engraver has nlrezuly written- 'fl-le's deed as dead eau be, No more will ever he lteeite in eluss or be A personality. He never spoke or wrote, Or east ax, single voteg A figureheod he died, And only Percy cried. MEN AT SOMETIMES ARE MASTERS OF THEIR FATESH 814 Seventh 'Avenue, Cedar Rapids, Iowan, Feb. 22, 1927. Dear Bill: Today we were ull dressed up in our best clothes und, having nothing to do, were wondering :lround in the hulls. We had not been there very long when two tribunes, two McKinley teachers, CLUIIC :rlong and asked us what we were doing. lVe :lre 0ClCbl'2'll1i1lg lVZLSlll11gt01l,S birtl1duy, We replied. lrxxiililil, you knnves, celebrating WzLsl1i11gto11's birtlnlz1.y! How muuy hi1'tl1d:1ys hns he haul this your? Get you to your books :md overflow them with peue-il innrks, else at llunking plague be stzlrted among you. I'll tell you Bill, it's terrible here ut McKinley. Since you knew Cuesnr well enough to write :L ploy about him, I thought you might know Mussolini, one of his great g1'ZlllClCiliifi1'01l. They say he can do the work of forty men. My iden is to get this fellow und bring him over to McKinley. It would save ax. 'i31'0ll1C11Ll.OllS lot of work und, not only thot, it would turn McKinley from druclgery to paradise. He could work four shifts :L day of six hours eneh, averaging forty pupils on zz. shift. He could take cure of two hundred and forty students. He could pick his students from the 9'A's und thus relieve us of 11 huge burden. Please consider this and let me know by return mail, beenuse I really believe that it would be for the good of McKinley School. Respectfully yours, Robert TllOl111lS, 9-A.

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MeKINLEY MIRROR 11 WRONG- ANSWERS Amo belongs to the sixth cleelensionf' Wearily, Miss Jackson laid down her pencil and looked at the paper she was correcting. Another answer caught her eye. Reason is expressed by the genitive ease. Would these children ever learn their Latin? , In the next room, the self-pitying Miss Redmond sat, likewise correcting test papers. Pronouns have two eases, singular and plural. A predicate nominative follows a transitive verb and is in the possessive ease. Who wouldn't pity himself when all he found was wrong answers? Another groaning teacher sat at her desk, vainly trying to iind a right answer on an arithnietie paper. Miss Inskeep? You have guessed right. 4x3:7, 2x3:6, 2x9:11. These answers stared her in the face. Grimly she marked another zero in a eonspieuous place. Do you wonder why teachers get old and gray? -Marjorie Miller, 9-A. TOP-HEAVY I wonder whether the teacher will notice if I just part my lmiri? I am sure she won't. There! I hope it is even. I would like to know why Maxine keeps turning around and making motions. Ol new I know! My hair isn't parted even. I will have to 'borrow a mirror from Maxine. There nowl I have made so much noise that I have attracted the nttenv- tion of the whole class, ineluding the teacher. Well, I have finally gotten the mirror. - Why ea11't that Kaeena boy sit still? He just keeps wiggliug around so mueh, I ean't do a thing. Oh! ut last I have my hair combed! Why! there's the bell! And I hnven't a bit of studying done. Whn.t's the matter with everybody today? ' -Mm-y Enen seelye, 9-B. ON 'WINGS VVITI-I SPRING A soft damp wind :ind a merry tune, A tune with a merry laugh, While a little round moon Looks down from above, While splitting a cloud in half. The stars and the wind are swept along, By the lilting tune of the happy spring, And the southwest wind and the west wind sing, And spring salutes us with her early song, Whipping the little white clouds along. The pale moon glides in her silvery veil, And moth-like stars are flickering out, But on and on we sail, sail, sail, Through eternity-with lovely spring. -Betty Moore, 9-A.