Muskegon High School - Said and Done Yearbook (Muskegon, MI)

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desks. You ought to have seen how hard each one Worked and what silence! One heard nothing but the scratching of the pens on the paper. At one time .Tune-bugs entered: but no one paid any attention to them, not even the smallest, who Worked hard making their vertical strokes With an interestedness, with a. conscientiousness, as if that, too, were French. On the roof of the school the doves were 'cooing very low and I said to myself, while listening: Will not they, too, be obliged to sing in German? From time to time, when I raised mv eyes from the page, I saw Mr. Hamel motionless in his chair and staring at the ob- jects around him as if he had wished to carry away with him in his mind's eye the whole of his small school house. .Tust think of it! For forty years he had been in the same place, with the yard in front of him, and his class quite similar. Only the benches and desks had been polished and smoothed by use: the walnut trees in the yard had grown, and the hops, which he himself had planted, now encircled the Windows and reached' to the roof. What grief it must be for this poor man to leave all these things, to hear his sister going to and fro in the room above, busy packing their trunks, for the next day they would have to depart and go away from their county forever. And yet ,he had the courage to hear the whole lesson. After the writing lesson We had history: then the little children sang the Ba Be Bi Bo Bu. Down at the end of the room. the old Hauser had put on his specks, and holding the primer with both hands, he spelt the letters with the children. One could see that he, too, worked hard, his voice trembled with emotion and it was so funny to hear him that we all Wanted to laugh and cry. Ah, I shall remember that last class. All at once the church clock struck twelve, then the Angelus. At the same time the trumphets of the Prussians, who were returning from drilling, sounded under our Windows. Mr. Hamel, quite pale, stood up at his desk. Never before had he seemed to me so tall. My friends, said he, my friends, I- I-- But some- thing choked himg he could not finish his sentence. Then he turned toward the board, took a piece of chalk and bearing down with all his might he wrote, as large as possible: Long live France! Then he stood there, his head leaning against the wall, and without speaking, with his hand he gave us the signal: It is all over-you may go. OGIE MASON. -96 -

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nate- ate ranslation from Virgil. Book ll, Lines 363 to 430. Then upspoke the smooth referee, a dude they called pious Aensasz Now which one of you youths has the nerve to put up your Ssts with the mitts on The purse is a peach, don't forget it with a slice to both winner and loser, The long end a bull that is fat, and has just come in from the stock yards, While the lad that gets thrashed, gets some gloves to practice and do better next time. Without waiting for how-do-you-do, or pleasant day this to go fishing, Bob Fitzdares jumped over the ropes and pulled oif his sweater and bath robe, The only one in the crowd who had stood for ten rounds before Paris, . And had defeated Bates, a pug, near- the spot in a. nice little grave-yard, Where Hector turned up his toes and gazed at the roots of the daisies. Well Dare had the swell-head quite large and was mashed on his shape twas a. good one, So he danced around the ring like a colt and took a. fall out of the ether, While the atmosphere went to the floor as he drove a left hook on its jugler. The match-maker searches in vain the whole bunch is scared stiff Who thinks that he's got a big chinch and the beef will be his without fighting, So he grabs Mr. Bull by the horns and gives out his opinion Oh, Aeneas, whose mother they say boards up at the hotel Olym- pus, ' If no one dares toe the scratch and give me his head for a target, How long must I stand here and wait, and what is the use of such waiting? Just give me that meat-market stock and the crowd backed him up as he asked it, Entellus sat in a box with his manager, Old Man Acestes He had come there to challenge the lad though his training was somewhat neglected, So he just got a move on his form and threw his gloves full at young2Dares -9g...