Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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A POINTED ARTICLE UN TACKS Tacks often tax our patience, and the most amiable man living has at some period of his life hurled invectives at its head, or rather at its point. Yet it is also true that the rise of many a poor man dates back to a tack. Many an early spring also owes its origin to them. Like all things which have an uplifting influence on mankind, the tack is frequently derided, but no matter how much you may abuse it and hammer at it, it always keeps its head up. ARCHIE DAWSON, 2-4. P W Utne Happiness OT when we seek, Nor when We most desire it, Does happiness enfold us in her midst. lVIere merriment ?-Amiss! N Jrwnli my M1 'Tis not true happiness That makes a show of every wanton fancy. fill To serve a foe as friend, W And all our fellow-men, In thought and word and deed, ' N' T' And set at nothing empty praise: To harbour lofty thoughts- The fruit of Nature's charm, Is to be happy, truly, deeply happy. HARRY S. BERKOFF, YIS. 13

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A Hninieh Artirle nn an Efark IS Royal Highness the Tack is a juvenile nail, and E' as youth always lacks discretion, this accounts for . i the youngster's not knowing its place and keeping ' it. It is very simple and unpretendmg when viewed L from a distance, but the closer you come in Contact with it, the surer you are to feel its presence. It is one of those instances where familiarity does not breed contemptg in fact, the nearer you come to it, the more you grow to respect its penetrating ways. In an argument, the tack is never otherwise than sharp and pointed, though unfortunately at times it comes to blows and frequently loses its head. Anyone who has had dealings with the tack, knows that it is also very sharp at repartee, especially when hard pressed for a reply. The display of these characteristics always depends upon the amount of pressure employed in order to elicit an answer. Many in this country favor tax on raw material, but few, I think, favor raw material on tacks. The tax is frequently blamed for the rise in prices, and this is not extraordinary, since the tack has from time immemorial had a propensity to cause a rise in things withwhich it came in contact. Nevertheless, if you are wise, you will never get down on a tack, for it is always sure to take revenge. Tacks are in season and out of season. Like the if small boy, they are always around. They select the spring-time, however, for their grandest assemblies, and a at that time occur the grandest bawls and the most tr ' numerous Hops on record. A little later they take W Q51 up bicycling and frequently enjoy a spin. The bicycle has a natural tendency to pick up the little fellows when , it comes to them, and carry them until it becomes tired. By walking the Hoor in your bare feet fa well-kept room will generally produce about three tacks to the square footb you will see that the tack is a direct contrast to a good joke for the amusement always begins before you see the point. It is surprising how much tacks resemble human be- x ings. They have their ups and downs in life, sometimes they are very bright and then again they are very blue. Human beings, however, crave sympathy, but the tacks do not, and no matter how much you may feel for the little fellows they are always sure to warn you that you are on dangerous ground. We 12

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Efranalating latin THINK it is not unusual for many a Morrisite to begin his lessons at a late hour, and to begin them then only if a special inducement demands it. Being a llflorrisite, I often found it convenient to forget about mine until it was late. But to-day my mind was free from such trifles as lessons. I had prepared them all, and was now perusing at my leisure that very fine work by Mark Twain, 9 Q entitled A Connecticut Yankee at King Arthur's 0 Court. Though my feet were not on the table. N qR',,,,,l,flW and I had no cigar .in my mouth, I felt perfectly ,mllfl,XNml41NXM contented. Everything pleased me, even the loud ,lx',,tiill' My ' singing and terrible piano racket next door. 'E The wise Yankee was just matching his wits against the Magician Merlin when-a terrible thought dawned upon me: I had not done my Latin and there would be an exam. to-morrow. The innocent book was at once cast away, and hastily seizing my Caesar, I settled down to work. Like that famous gentleman whose book I studied, I came, I saw, but unlike him, I had not yet conquered. All went well for some time. I had managed to translate some of the text, master the constructions, and learn the declensions, in spite of those commendable musical efforts going on next door. But now the ambitious singers were climbing up to higher altitudes. My room fairly rang with the echo of their voices. Still I plodded along and read, Rogare ut ejus voluntate id sibi facere liceatf' VVhat could that mean? Putting my hands in my pockets, I stretched my body in as straight a line as the chair per- mitted, and gazed at the ceiling as if to find a solution there. But presently, instead of finding thersolution, I found myself whistling to the tune played next door. Thunders! What kind of foolishness was that? I must translate Latin! And with my head in my hands, and elbows on the table, again I pored over the book. The singing continued, the piano hammered on, and I kept on at the grind. Rogare ut-Bang! went the piano and higher rose the voices. Ah, Caesar was wise. That rogare must refer to the rogues who raised such a racket. Yes, that is clear. and it could not be other- wise. Tra-la-la- sang on the voices. Tinkle, tinkle, bang, bang, bang! answered the piano. I grew distracted. The Latin letters danced to the music of the laboring artists. Rogare, voluntate, liceat pranced before my eyes. Suddenly my thoughts cleared. I had an idea. O, the foresight of the great 14