North High School - Polar Bear Yearbook (Des Moines, IA)

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A PRAYER FOR THE NATION. To the Captain of the Ship of State, God grant, Oh, God! grant grace; For dark are the waves and the storm that raves; Oh God; hide not Thy face! At the harbor a light is shining tonight, May the captain ' s eye pierce through, May he steer through the breeze and the stormy seas, With a wisdom that ' s keen and true. For the blessing of a steady hand, We d know better how to thank. If a rougher hand were in command. Oh God! Lead us safe to the bank! May our crew be noble and strong and brave. Though through perils they ' re steering us long. May we patiently wait, thought it may be ' til late, That the right will have victr ' y o ' er wrong. We know not where the harbor lies. To which our captain would steer. May our courage not fail in the midst of the gale ; May our Captain ' s vision be clear. B. C. ' 12. The following Freshman note was found in the Assembly room. We hate to publish it but can ' t resist the tempta- tion: Dear John : Are you going to Margaret ' s party Saturday night? I am and I suppose I will have to walk home with some boy I hate or don ' t even know. Thank goodness ! I won ' t have to walk over with him. Do you want me to help you with your Algebra? I have all of my lessons. LUCILE. 98

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T mussed; his hands were dirtier than they had ever been before and his shoes were sights. He walked slowly down the street his hat pulled over his eyes and his hands shoved deep in his pockets. Hey, Wadsworth, taunting voices called just back of e whirled and struck out blindly. Some one went down and yet another while the others fell back before the lust of battle in the eyes of the Avenger. Dead Eye stood before the gang, dirty and dishevelled, with a daring look in his eyes. Aw, ' Dead Eye ' , began Punky, in an apologizing tone, Ain ' t ya coming to the meetin ' at the cave? Well! maybe I am and maybe I ain ' t, responded Dead Eye sullenly. Aw come on, ' Dead Eye, ' everyone urged. Dead Eye lifted his head; his troubles had vanished; his smile came back for Dead Eye, the Fighter, Dead Eye, the Avenger Fvo. the Terror, had come into his own again. Allen J. : What is the difference between a vision and a sight? Conrad H. : Well, you can flatter a girl by calling her a vision, but don ' t call her a sight. Breathes there a man with soul so dead. Who never to himself hath said. When he stubbed his toe against the bed : J t ! t 9 ? ? ? ! ! ! ! — ? ? ? ? ATnrion B. : Did you tell Miss Granger that I couldn ' t Katie L. : No ; I thought she knew it. Harold M. : What is a cafe de luxe ? Mr. Teakle: About ten per cent cafe and ninety per cent looks. 97

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THE OMCLE?Sii WHERE ' S YOUR ADMIT? If ever you were tardy, Since you just would lie abed, Perhaps youVe heard the teacher When she loudly, cruelly, said— ' ' Where ' s your admit? And oh, such confusion, You blush red in shame, But teacher before you Again will exclaim — Where ' s your admit? You search and you search Any answer to find. To that terrible question Which torments your mind — ' ' Where ' s your admit? And after that morning. You see in your dreams. That almighty question. That bums now and gleams — Where ' s your admit? R. S. ' 16. TIME ' S CHANGES. Two little Freshmen were walking along, A Senior came flitting by. Noticing them he asked them to stop — Maybe we can, if we try. Take off your hats and then bow quite low, Don ' t gaze into the sky. Think you that you ' ll ever look like me? Maybe we can, if we try. 99