Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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 THE BLUE AND WHITE 11 ODE TO OUR OLD BUILDING Nellie Henderson, ’30 Dear old building we leave you, But not with a smile; The pleasure you gave ue, Was just for a while. Although we are going. Never more be returning; You dear old building. Has set us on the path to learning. The new building I hear, Is both fine and fit; And surely some day. We will learn to love it. An when we are aged, And maybe gray; We will point to you. building, And here’s what we’ll say. “That building my children, So grand and so tall; Is the place where we learned The best knowledge of all.’’ VALENTINE GREETINGS To-day is Valentine. Won’t you be mine. If I’ll be thine. On this, St. Valentine? I love you so, I wanted you to know Before the wind doth blow, And we do have snow. Let not thy love depart. But keep within thy heart. Remember thou art mine, On this, St. Valentine. The sky is blue,

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10 THE BLUE AND WHITE lected the rent told her if she didn’t have it ipaid by the next day, he would have to put her out on the street, for there were plenty off people who would be willing to rent the rooms. Joan knew she could never raise the money. In the twilight of the evening Joan was found kneeling over the gTave of her mother. She was praying as only a child in distress could pray, asking for some way out of the trouble. As the sun crept to light the world for another day, it brought Joan an answer to her prayer. The man who owned the tenaments had decided on that day to visit them. He came in time to see Joan and her little family thrust out into the street. The golden ringlets that had laid around the dainty head reminded him of the same one so dear to him, some one whom he once thought he had tired of. He walked up to the young girl and asked, “What may your trouble be?” Joan told him her story. The sound of it sent a pang to the man's heart. Could it be, was it possible that the face and voice which reminded him of some one so much was his child? In a voice that trembled he asked her name and all about her life. Joan feeling ead emptied her eorrows beginning with her mother’s dearth, to this old man. She went back to tell him of her father also. A smile lit the old man’s face and tears rose in the dark eyes as he cried, “My daughter.” In as eimple a way as he could, he explained everything. Joan wiith her good heart, forgave her father. Now her worries are over and she is getting privately the schooling she missed. Tbe Charm School,” which will be presented by the Senior class, will be highly entertaining. Don't fail to see it February 28 and 29.

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12 THE BLUE AND WHITE For just we two, As this comes ;o you, A greeting true. SOME SCHOOL DILEMMAS Mildred Hain, ’28 Studying English gets on my brain; Present see, past participle seen, past saw, Write, wrote and written go the same. We must get it without a flaw. Ana these foreign languages. I cant tell What they’re all about, can you? To my mind they just won’t Jell, Sounds like hibberty. jibberty, ju. Speaking French is quite the rage, Parley-vous Francois, Mademoiselle? And I surely try to act my age. But how I come out I’d hate to tell. Imagine History remaining neglected. I admit it leaves me most perplexed; Once I answered . Evolution. I should have said Revolution. It may be seen by this last example, That lessons may get all twisted; By bluffing an answer as a sample, In the book it won't be listed. Get your lesson out well. Recite them like A. B, C; A better rule as many can tell, Who are far wiser than we. THE OWL J. E. Wolf, ’31 A wise old owl sat on a tree. He wae as happy as he could be; I asked him why and he did say. Because tnis is Sain; Valentine s Day.