Newport News High School - Anchor Yearbook (Newport News, VA)

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THE BEACON 109 ties off a glib recitation. I get 0 — he gets 100 So goes the world, and I say, what’s its worth ? I appeal to you, old friend, who’ve never failed me in any- thing — what’s its worth after all, all these long hours I spent in pouring over books, which I might have spent in living. You say I have the satis- faction of knowing that I know more than Tom? But do I? What I’ve learned from books, which is second- hand, he’s been out in the world, and learned from men. I’ve yet to learn how to live, and he knows, and has lived. I sound bitter, don’t I ? Well, I’ll get over it, and it will be best forgot- ten. If I had it to do over again, what course should I take? I’d moderate on both. I’m one extreme, Tom’s the other, and the person that can strike a happy medium is the per- son that will make the best success of life. ECSTASY (A Poem by Victor Hugo, translated from orignal French as a regular Class Exercise) I am alone near the waves on a starry night, Not a cloud in the sky, all sails out of sight; My eyes in the distance from the world afar, While the woods, and the mountains and nature all In a confessed murmur seem loudly to call To the waves of the sea and each twinkling star. What say those infinite legions, those stars of gold? With their thousand harmonies, their voices bold, As their crowns of fire they seem to incline? What say those waves of blue that never can rest, As they curl the white foam high on their crest? “This is the Lord, the Lord, God Divine!” NANNIE CLEMENTS, ’06.

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108 THE BEACON cided to cease envying the other fel- lows, out playing ball, and join the ranks. But the question was this — how to have a good time, be a “good fellow,” and at the same time have it easy at school. Well, this puzzled me for a little while, but I was going to let the study go hang anyway, until suddenly the idea hit me square in the face! It quite took my breath away at first, but I soon managed to put it in practice, and you can judge for yourself how it worked. What’s the secret, you say? Well, I’ll tell you. When I was reading Webster’s biography, the thing that struck me was that Webster won his famous Dartmouth College case, not so much because of his superior points or stronger arguments, but because he appealed to the personal prejudices of Chief Justice Marshall! That gave me the plan, if such a great states- man and orator as Webster could win through character analysis, why couldn’t I apply it to myself and thereby gain a great deal? So I began to study the likes and dislikes of the teachers, “sizing” them up until it became as easy as rolling off a log to tell exactly what would be the questions of the next day, select- ing the few important things out of the whole bunch of truck, and then next day — “how beautifully Tom knows his lessons, and poor old Jim, how he does blunder! You know I’ve been awfully tempted to put a bug in that fellow’s ear, but then he mightn’t be a credit to the system, so — Well, what I hated most was Eng- lish. I guess all boys do, so I deter- mined to get a laugh out of it, give it the merry ha! ha! So I “sized” the old “Prof.” up, and gee! you should have seen my English marks soon! I didn’t believe I could make it such a blooming success, and I got so I was mighty proud of it. The old “Prof.” thought he knew a lot about me but he little knew what I knew about him, and that he knew about me only what I wanted him to. You know, it’s those very teachers that think they knew the most about pupils that r-eally know the least. “Tom, you have spake a proverb,” you say. So it is, so it is! Well, I’m so sleepy that I’ve yawned until my mouth has stretched a whole half-inch and I must be careful, for “Prof.” r a t h er admires “manly beauty.” Huh! Now, take a tip, and quit the study of books, and begin the study of teachers, and see yourself rise. Study of books vs. study of character — which wins? You try it for yourself, I’ve ben there and know. And by the way, this is no pet affair. I hate crawlers! Newport News, Va. June 1, 1914. 12:30 A. M. Dear Friend: — I’ve just finished studying, but even though it is late, I just can’t resist my little chat with you, old friend. Yes, it’s been a long, weary day, and a long, weary year, too, but it’s near the close now, and I’ll soon get my reward — but will I ? Shall I get in proportion for my labor, what Tom across the way gets for his ? Not a bit of it, and it sort of discourages a fellow when he thinks of that side of the question. All this year I’ve spent indoors, nothing but study, study, and then come to class and get the very ques- tion that I didn’t understand out of the whole bunch. And what does Tom do ? Opens the books under my nose, selects a paragraph, apparently at random, turns to me and says: “This is the question I’ll get,” and scans it over. I miss that very question in class- — he comes behind me and rat-

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THE BOOKS (With Apologies to Poe) (Eatonia Dandridge, 1904) See the children with the books Lesson Books! So much work for weary scholars The future outlooks! How they study, study, study In the early hours of night While the girls are having fun — Yet our trouble’s just begun — Yet they go on with their delight, Making fuss, fuss, fuss, Everything a perfect muss, And we sit and study, study in the dark and dreary nooks, From the books, books, books, books, Books, books, books, O, the buying and the eyeing of the books. See the great Geometry books — And Botany books! What a lot of learning from their Pages look! In the troubled eye of child, While they run and romp as wild, Too much excited to speak, They can only shriek, shriek — As they hurriedly pass, For a kind kind consideration for their tenderness of age And a begging from their father, that dreaded sage, As he turns page, page, And his great increasing rage With his resolute endeavor — You shall sit now or never