Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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THE QUEST FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT 'fI'velCharles Ross! is that you? What are you doing here? exclaimed the ofHcer. Charles, no less astonished at Ending himself a prisoner of his old friend MacDonnel, shamefacedly told his story. A gale of merriment greeted his recital, and Charles, somewhat nettled, asked curtly, 'fWhat's the joke?,' When his laughter had somewhat subsided, the other returned, wiping his eyes, I release you, but take my advice, Charles. Go home and don't go hunting any more school spiritsll' On the morrow, Charles gravely decided that school spirit was not a ghost. But if it wasn't a ghost, what was it? The mystery was still to be solved. I wonder, mused he Fe-1 4iv-2', R ,N I I if 'spirit' could mean l l liquor? If it does, where l 1 5 4 T can I buy it? In Morris ,Fair probably, since this spirit is school spirit. I gf, '-,k'.llllTxliq can try anyhow. Feel- 'IJIQM I I 'li in better for havin w'r :'4l,il'li N Emil., ill' g . g In i wlmyl -,-,., li 'l.,.gl'le'l ' x p made this resolve, ll5:1.g'l4,t',ll'll,Jgni J N, X, lil ,l Charleswent off to school alll .i ly f ylifall in high spirits. Promptly 1 liH fl,l,ly V, 4' Q, gsm at noon he raced down M ffl IW fill g v i , 'ill to the lunch room where, l , .li 'W , , , ' 4 K. with great strategy, he ' ' p ,i managed to reach the 1, I , F'1'5i'4 counter. X I re' I 'I' 'I HGive me a bottle of 'W' school spirit, pleasefl A roar of laughter arose from those near by at this unusual request. The man behind the counter flushed angrily. They were mocking him through this daring young scamp. ' Get out of here! he roared. 'ADO you think you can insult me,-me, a respectable waiter in Morris for five years! Clear out, orf! His threat was choked in his spluttering rage. Bewildcred by the storm he had brought upon himself. Charles sought safety in the deserted corridor when he soon quieted his feelings. 'fFor, after all, thought he, Hllve failed to get school spirit, and that is all that matters to mef' 'iHo, there, Ross, what did you mean by asking for 'a bottle of school spirit,' called Brown, coming up behind him and grinning. HlVIy! but wasn't he madln and he chuckled at the remembrance of the scene. 17 fu... .N bw