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

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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

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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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Then they all studied for three long years. Till they were Seniors nigh. Then they all knew that their answers were true — Maybe we can, if we try. Now they are Seniors and look in the glass, Holding their heads quite high. ' Can other Freshmen look like us? Maybe they can, if they try. — W. H. ' 16. LIFE UNDER DIFFICULTIES. David Marsh. HE year 1770 found Kentucky practically un- touched by white man ' s handiwork. Even tli Indians who wandered throughout her entire expanse seemed more a part of the vast ver- dant nature than human beings. Yet in the early spring of this year, on the banks of one of those little rivulets whose waters at length find their way into the great Ohio, one could have seen a lone white man, a daring young frontiersman, fired by the love of the wild to venture into those strange climes, so far removed from his own civilization. He was no other than Daniel Boone, clad in his moccasins and rough skin coat; a hunting knife was in his belt and his trusty flint-loci; rifle lay close at hand. He was fishing, but he was not at- tended by any sullen drowsiness as is often the case with fishermen, but eye and ear were alert, ready to detect any unfamiliar sound. He seemed to regard the arrow that whirred above his head as the logical outcome of his quiet pastime. He turned to see a stealthy savage darting between the trees, two hun- dred feet away. With seeming indiflference he resumed his fishing and began deliberately to bait his hook. He made a sidelong glance at his rifle to determine its position. But now he is on his feet, rifle in hand. Just as he had antici- 100