Morris High School - Yearbook (Bronx, NY)

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VV A Eallahr nf igigh Svrhnnla ITH fervid feeling hard to break, Some students cherish Clinton's name, VVhile others still are wide awake To kindle young Evander's flame. You see, not one of them is lame In boosting this or that one's questg I take this stand with loud acclaim- I like the school called lVIorris best! 'ilVIy alma mater takes the cake, Remarked a Julia Richman dame. The sound of Commerce makes one quake. A fellow boasted of its fame. From every source you hear the same Effusions full of warmth and zest,- But as for me,-and can you blame? I like the school called Morris best! For Townsend's or for Bryant's sake, For Stuyvesant's,-e'er since they came, A host of studes have sought to make Their school a school sans sense of shame. To fight for KIorris is my aimg I snap my fingers at the rest. Compared to mine their cries are tame- I like the school called KIorris best! ENVOY. Read this and put it in a frameg Of all the schools from East to IVest, For pupils that are true and game, I like Ihr srhool flllffll IVIorris best! IXIAX LIEF, '16 ll

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PVANTED: AN IDEA fore, we charge you to write of last nightls proceedings and for your trouble you may keep five dollars of the prize money and reward us with the rest. just as he had finished reading the infamous scroll, Philip Burns sauntered in, followed by a dozen other fellows. Awfully jolly of you,,' he said, to aid us in this way. Really, we never should have thought of it, if you had not asked us for an idea. Cf course, John, old boy, you'll accept the five dollars for your excellent ability to cope with the English language. By the way, you must explain your presence in the chemistry store room last night. Of course, we would never have mentioned your being there, but 'Old Hickory' found a handkerchief there, marked 'J. G.', and is asking for you. Having delivered this speech, Philip and his hero- worshippers departed. Then John took his painfully acquired brain-child fondly in hand, and tore it into shreds. Forty-five of these scraps were perhaps put in his pocket and five deposited carefully in the waste paper basket. MARION RomNsoN, 'r6. what the Annual Quurh mania Of Dickens, the humour, Cf war not a rumour, The thrills of Defoe, Plus the mystery of Poe, From Franklin, philosophy, From White, his theosophyg The language of Steele, The fancy of Peeleg A humour pathetic, Composition synthetic: All this and much more, To enter the door Cf the Annual. H. GRACE GROMBECKER, '16, 10

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Emu Nights fBa.fed on Faczij Q- - ' - -Q ROFESSOR MAILKEVITCH murmured some- ,' , thing as he turned over in his bed for the hun- dredth time. He had just heard the church bell ring out the third hour of the night. It was just twenty-four hours since he had started for - - the fields beyond the city limits to avenge his I-fl. ' ' .6 honor with the sword. He knew full well that Y-,....,, he was a rascal and that he was not treating his students right. But that did not trouble him. He had done it for the last thirty yearsg ever since he was appointed head examiner. But now it was murder! He shuddered whenever the word entered his mind. Murdfr.f And why? The Professor had had a heated discussion with an American over the question of ghosts. The American quoted Professor James as a believer in spirits. Professor lVIailkevitch held that the only spirits he knew of were those loved so much by the peasantry of his country. A comparison of the relative authority of Professor James and Pro- fessor lVIailkevitch led to what the Russian considered an insult. A fiery reply and a return fire, and the argument was ended with an invitation to a duel. The arrangements were quickly made. The American having no good friend in the city who could act as his second, asked that the Professor come without one also, to which the Professor agreed. The next morning both combatants presented themselves on the field early. The duel did not last long. The Russian, who was the better swords- man, was soon the victor. He did not wish to kill his opponent. But the thing happened. At Hrst he made little of it. He left the dead man in the field where he had fallen, and quickly returned home. During the day he tried to forget the scene by keeping busy all the time. But as night ap- proached he grew restless. He visited a theatre with the hope of buying forgetfulness for awhile. But the play ended with a duel, which greatly irritated the Professor. He repaired immediately to his bachelor apartments' near the college, and opened a humorous book which he hoped would relieve his distracted mind. At first he could even smile at the humor, but gradually the smile became painful and faded altogether. Little red dots began to dance across the pages. With every line he read, the dots became more numerous. 12