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

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MeKINLEY lVllltROR 13 And they shall beat their swords into plowshares and their spears into pruningshoolts. Agnes Jurasek, agirl in the 7-A, has been in America since May 30, 1925. With the help of Miss Rugh, she has learned the English language. ller home was in Hamburg, Germany. The schools there are about the same, but in Germany the teachers change and the children remain in the same room. The seats are large, and have room enough for four people. The boys are placed on one side of the room and the girls sit on the other side. ller fatluer has been in the United States about four years and he will soon take out his Hrst papers. Agnes came alone to America. She was twelve days ou the ocean, and they didn 't have any storms, although when her mother came over in June, they had live days of storm. Agnes has accomplished a great deal ill her sewing and she enjoys 'it. ln five years they expect to go back to Germany for a visit. -Kathleen Pecldyeozlrt, 9-A. An able orator once said: To be as good as our fathers, we must be better. WAITING T0 GROW All the llowers are just waking up, Violet, Daisy, and sweet Buttereupl Think of the flowers under the snow, ' Waiting to growl And great numbers of queer little seeds Of llowers, and inosses, of ferns and of weeds Under the iee and the leaves and the snow, .Waiting to grow! Gnly a lnonth or few weeks more, Will they be waiting behind that door, Listen and watch, for they are below, Waiting to grow! -Boyd Sanford, S-Az. IN MEMORY OF MR. JOHN HOOD fCUSTODIANQ, WHO PASSED AWAY ' MARCH 25, 1927 In the passing of Mr. John Hood, all of us in McKinley feel that we have lost a. personal friend. To have left sneh at feeling among such a large corps of teachers and so many students, to have left a niche that only the most cheerful and faithful can fill, is a fitting memorial that only one of real char- aeter niay achieve, and one that anyone might covet. ln the days to come, as we pass through the halls, we shall see engraved on the lintels above the class-room doors-cheerfuhiess, faithfulness, honesty- three large words that mean :L man's eharaeter. I

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q, 1 2 MEKINLEY MIRROR In one issue of The Scholastic an educator said that one of the first marks of ai. good mind is to be curious. Perhaps some one of the boys interested in butterllics or some other hobby, may find. out something that hns never been thought of before. Vifho knows? T0 A LITTLE BIRD It must bo fun to be IL bird, And sing the whole day long- ilfo .live among the illfllillg-121'CCS And clmrin folks with your song. And yet I wonder why you do11't Fly 'way up to the sky, And perch upon :L golden sim' And watch the clouds go by! -Dale liiilier, S-Ax. AN ADVENTURE WITH TWO ROBINS One day, while sitting on the front steps, I heard n little bird chirping. I picked it up :md found that it was :i robin. Then I put it on 1ny nrm. The mother bird saw me :uid didn't know whether to be scared or not. After :L while, the mother ezune and sat on my arm, :ind fed the little bird. She Went buck :ind forth :ind fed the bird on my nrm, for nbout :ui hour. When I went to dinner, I put the bnby robin in u, tree, :ind when I came out, I could walk right up to the mother bird, :ind she wonldn't fly away. Be- cause she w:1sn't seared of me, I thought that nt one time, she must harve been :1 pet bird. -Louis Knceun, 9-B. T0 A BUTTERFLY Beautiful little louttei-ily, Giving eheer before you die, With your dainty gold-tip wing, .Iust another sign of spring. A flush of green, fi llnsh of red, Now you have lit on :1 pnusy bed. You lift your wings :ins if to sigh, Oh, pretty creature, do not ily! On every frzigrunt flower you porch Just us if you were in Search Of t1'e:isure. Now beyond the garden wnll, i1Von't you listen to my cull? -Maxine Randall, D-A.

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14 MeKlNLEY MlRROR TI-IE SON OIE' TI-IE SON OI' DAVID O11ee upo11 :L time there was an old man named Sibrava, who lived in the eity of Hibnes. He was Davidson, and every 1ll01'lllllg l1e went out of the city and walked toward tl1e West, as was the habit of David, across the Moore, until he was Overly tired, and every evening he would tell his wife, Marty, that it had been :L Hardwick. Marty would then busy herself with Cookfingj his supper. Always she would set before him two kinds of Beers, And-er-son would come in from the Peddycoairt where he had been, after driving Posts. Now in this time, there was a superstition that if people wished to be- come Richer Qardj, they must be as Kehn as possible to their friends. Sibrava was no longer Young, for his hair was G-ray, and although he had done as mueh as he eould for his friends, he thought perhaps he was not the kind who QMej D0-Well. Witli this in Dlilld, Sibrava had at party or merry-inakiiig time and in- vited all his friends. There was Van Bogert, the 1VIi1ler, who was as Vane as vain eould be, and il Smith, whose 11211110 was Kolarik. A Graff-ter nunied Nemec was there, and many others who were prepared to have a jolly time. The Weather-Waxfecly perfect and a Pete fire was blazing in the Elkin. They laughed and sang and drank until Sibrava had to Bergess Bettner wine from the Stocker, that the guests might Phillip. ' This for the most part was sad, for Marty's son, Blaine, could find no more wine in the Shalmon. Sibrava, now under the influeuee of wine, 'Whip-ple Blaine and beat him. When Blaine tried to explain, Sibruva said, No Moyer tongue. 'Ulch pay for this. Blaine was very much Alfred to disobey his father. His inother told him to go to the city of Snyder, and there old Mr. McGraw would give him some wine. Sibravzt said to llilll, No-vak or take :L Knapp. So Blaine Rand-all the way but he Hayek Qedj back. On his wzty baek, the air grew very Guhel, and night came on him. As he reached his father 'S yard, he heard a strange sound. It was like tl1e elink- ing of money. Father, Dobry, Lamson, Zurka, Privratskyf' he cried. Look what I have fou11d! ' Sure enough, there was a small hole, with :i keg of Nelson it. Blaine quickly lifted the keg a11d there before his amazed eyes, was some bright and shining gold. See, he exelaimed, 'fthis H01-Qej-ots us have fine houses and eloaks like those we want. Isn't this perfectly grand? Blaine stuck his hand in the hole and drew out fl piece of paper. On it he read: This gold is for the boy who tried to please others. Blaine was overjoyed with the glad news, and promised to buy many lovely things for his father and mother. At' tl1e breaking of day the next morning, Blaine hurried to tell his seven frieufls, Sanders, Vlcko, Tauber, Mims, I-Iibbs, Tschirgi, and Sutra., about his good fortune, and Blaine lived lmppily ever after with Sibrava and Marty. -By Maxine Randall, 9-A. Budding Authoress on Account of Her Ancestor, Shakespeare.