Merrillville High School - Merrillvue Yearbook (Merrillville, IN)

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THE MIRROR CLASSIFICATION NAME AGE MOOD TALENT SAYINGS Myrtle ....We want to know Pleasant ...Getting Yalen tines ..Of course Hazel ....Don ' t dare tell. .Bashful (?) .. ..Boosting Oh! I guess so Eleanor ....Doubtful Entertaining . Growing ..’Tis not lames ... Teething Giggling ..Comedian Sum’p’n like it Josephine .... ....Last Count Mischievous .. ..Algebra shiek Gee Whiz ! Ralph ....Advanced 1 1 appy-go lucky ..Eating pea- nuts Huh? Rachel ....Marriageable ..Cheerful Malcolm ....Still growing.... Fickle ..Second Fritz Oh ! say ! Robert —Old bachelor .... Foolish ..P . B. Star Will ya. Huh? Ethel ....Childish Absent minded ..Music This here Charles — L ike t o b e older Serious ..Entertaining ladies Prove it I va ....Motherly Good natured ..Singing Uh! huh Alfred ...Son of Alfred the great Dignified ..Has he any? . Oh! I don’t know Irene ...Not too old Noisy -Entertaining boys Oh ! Gee ! Milford ....Over two jolly -Growing a beard .Well why not? Harry —Remembers war of 1492 ..Dreaming ..Reading books Cut it out Harold ...Reliable Witty (?) .Running a Packard . W-w-w’at Murray ...Like to vote ... .Thoughtful ... -Showing his dimples .Oh! Shoot |c::ccrac 2c::32::ac::s 1 9 2 7 rage twenty-eight

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jggczSSKSBBS THE MIRROR c::nc::sc LIFFS SEASONS Each year has its four seasons; Spring ' , summer, winter, and fall. And each has an important use, There is a work set for all. Spring is the season for sowing, Summer for growing the grain. Autumn for cutting and harvesting, And winter for rest once again. And thus, my friends, are our lives, In four seasons; spring, summer, winter, and fall And are we not like unto the year? Is there not a work set for all? Our spring is our happy infancy, When we rock on mother’s knee, Or listen to the fairy-tales she tells, Or romp in child-like glee. Our summer is our school-life, When the paths for our futures are laid. And when for each industrious hour, A wealth of knowledge is paid. Our fall is our middle-age, When into life we are hurled ; And when our load of hardships, We must fight our way through the world. Our winter is our old age. The saddest and last ’tis true. But do we not go forth in death To start Heavenly life all anew? Page thirty 19 2 7