North Junior High School - Argus Log Yearbook (Boise, ID)

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iii T if iiii TTHETKRGUST iL'66+Wn V GETTERS AND RECEIVERS There is a distinct difference between the getter and the receiver. A getterl The very word will picture in the mind's eye one full of hope, vim, and ambition. A receiver suggests one who is willing to sit back and let someone else do the lightingg a person willing to draw from a victor's spoilsg a victor who had to put up a fight, maybe a hard one. All the world loves a getter. Probably he won't be loved and respected until his battle has been fought and won. but it will come eventually. The getter himself will more appreciate his results for he knows he had to put forth the best he was in command of. He knows how hard it is to iight on when all seems against himg he knows how hard it is to work on when all the world seems at rest or play, when his heart is sinking within him. He too experiences the joy of attaining his long worked for destination. It is the joy of one who has triumphed over circumstances: the joy of one who has been rewarded for his toil. The battle may have been hard, but it was well fought. Scars may be left to remind him of that hard, trying battle, but they will fade into oblivion when he thinks of the reward. Abraham Lincoln belongs to this class. He received no gifts except a set of strong muscles and a good moral education from his parents. Daniel lvebster, Henry Clay. the Millboy of the Lashes are good examples. To- day they are uppermost in the hearts of their countrymen, the ideals of many boys and girls, men and women. A receiver usually has the idea that the world owes him the fulfilling of his desires: that he should be able to have it but shouldn't put forth any effort. Sometimes receivers can't help being what they are. In that case they deserve pity. XVhen one is born into a rich, honorable family, one d0esn't have to light much. It isn't necessary to do so. Many times re- ceivers discover something to work for and do get it. Then they deserve respect. ' 23

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-1:7Fi41TAReU?1fcE--' CLASS SONG North junior Higlfs fame let us gladly acclaim, Till our echoes roll round loud and long, Till the glorious day when we leave her to stay, And the other classes come along. Now this is the year, That we leave her so dear, Never more to come back again To the Red and Blue and the faculty true, Of the glorious school that we love. BERNICE LAMBERT MY TREASURE CHEST 1've a little tin box Up in my room Filled with dear treasures That wipe away gloom. 'l'here's a program green From the Senior party And a note from a boy Calling me S1narty. There are letters and cards By hundreds it seems And sketches and stories About my day-dreams. Then, too, there are papers From the primary grades And I laugh to myself At the things I have made. l've valentines, too, Five' hundred or more And report cards beneath them Telling my score. Ah! this little tin chest How I love all its things NVhen I'm weary I ope' it And my heart once more sings. KATHERINE JENSS First prize, Poetry Contest, Ninth Grade 22

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THE ARGUS LOG Supposing the receiver were thrust suddenly into the world to take care of himself. VVhat would he do? Has he received a set of strong muscles? Maybe he has potential energy. but has allowed it to remain inactive in a lap of luxury. Anita Keep's life will illustrate my point. She was a beautiful, rich girl who was made heir to her parents' enormous fortune. She moved freely about the most select social circles of Europe and America. Wfhile in France she squandered away her thousands. Recently she was found penniless, homeless. and friendless in a dirty. dark, musty basement. That was the price she paid for her ignorance of values as measured in honest toil. If you are a getter persevere. let nothing daunt you. One day you will receive your ideal. Should you be a receiver pity is your portion for you might lack an ideal or a knowledge of values. .IOSEPHINE CONSTANTINO, First Prize, Essay Contest JUST A DANDELION Therels a pretty little Hower And she wears a golden crown, l1Vith a green and curly collar And a long and silken gown. She lies upon green pillows, XVhich have pretty scalloped sides And her golden hair, to match her crown, Upon the green abides. The opinion of most people Is not very much like mine, For the Hower I'm describing, Is a simple dandelion. EVELYN NICOUD, Second Prize Poem Z4