Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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Reply tn Burns' Span was Qtbatle to Hgauurw' V W 'AN was not made to mourng .542 Tis but thx mldest thought That God ordained to pain and grief, Those in His image Wrought. Man Was made to struggle, And lift unto the light His trodden soulg not bow it In the black despair of night. Long suffering is man, And patient under fate, But ever striving upward, To Hope's celestial gate. By adamant oppression Crushed down through ages long, At last he hears the pleading Of Liberty's fierce songg And heaving up his shoulders To burst the binding chains, Ho finds them an illusiong All phantom were his pains. 'Twas ignorance that held himg Volition was his ncedg The only cause for mourning sprang From resignationls seed. But now his discontent, His consciousness of Wrong, Is spurring on the struggle To victory ere long. Farewell to earth's few lordlings, For man, no more forlorn, Wlas made for strife, and triumph, And joyAbut not to mourn! OVVEN SHEPPARD VVHITE, '14 20

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THE QUEST FOR SCHOOL SPIRIT ln a storm of applause Charles went to the platform, dazed. The rest of the day was like a dream,-the congratulations, the hearty wishes and farewells, and then the final dispersion of the graduates. Once in his room, Charles opened the tiny box. There, spark- ling in the sun's last ray, lay a beautiful Morris pin, the souvenir of his happy Morris High School days. He looked up, and addressing the old flint-lock, said slowly, with a half-comprehensive smile, And I had it all the while! CATHERINE AocURso. ffixxll ll Mil T T lknlllllllry,will GDB B231 IQZIIJ THEREJS a song of praise for the hero, VVho has gone through the thick of the fight, And has come out at last the victor, Yes, loud praise to this conqueror's might. And again, bright applause for the statesman, 'Tis his due for his service as one Who, with sense and worth as his weapons, Great good for his country has done. You may hear them praising the poet, For he brings forth the beauty in life, And lifts man's heart with sweet music, From despair in this world of strife. But let me speak praise of one other, Who, through hardship and fortune adverse, After two long hours of battle, Has conquered his Latin verse! ANNA E. M. DONOVAN, '14. 19

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, 9 me P M l HE New Lolumbia School of Journalism is swamped with students, wishing to enter. - News Item Seeing that Schools of Journalism are be- coming popular, we hereby consent to run one. Our first lesson is STYLE, and our first model is Burke, the famous example of a clear, lucid style. Burkels unexeelled style may be cultivated ilDur QDUJU Qthunl nf journalism . ' G alt tl , . . Adllialyux in ' IH? i X 1 il' A K 5 L by locking one's self up in a room for a couple of weeks and con- stantly reading such books as the 'tGolden Treasury, the HBook of the Dead, Robbins' Geometry, Lamb's Essays of Elia,'l and the telephone directory. A corpulent unabridged should be consulted frequently with a view towards changing small words into unusual polysyllablcs. An article written according to the foregoing instructions resulted in this: During the course of my matutinal recitations, the pedagogue who instructs me in the noble tongue of the Quirites, summoned me to his august presence, and animadverted compcndiously upon the irrefragable fact that I had not evinced any anomalous transcendency in the studyg indeed, quite the reverse. Being endowed with a fair measure of perspicacity, I most naturally anticipated severe parental objurgation, coupled, perhaps, with subsequent events more dire and mortifying, if I would make known this intelligence at my habitation, so I circumspectly forbore doing so. CThis means that I flunked Latin, and that I didn't tell 'em at home about it, because I thought Ild get a good laying out.j CAuthorls note: To be continued.D CEditor's note: Not to be continued.D morris Should Morris High School be forgot A d e b ht to min Y? n n ver roug 1 The finest school in all the land, The noblest of its kind, It bears a patriot's stamp and name, And pat riots all are we, And loyal to old Morris' fame, Our hearts shall ever be. 21