North Side High School - Lasso Yearbook (Fort Worth, TX)

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 VIII As a teacher of Latin in a country school; Now comes in Miss Pearl White; She seemed to greatly enjoy it, For she translated both day and night. IX Bess Shipe and Rohan Bonham Came walking in, side by side; “Scotty” could not keep from smiling Because Bess was his suffragette bride. X Then here Irene Kenny, housekeeping, I forgot to tell you for whom; Here he comes now; Carl Cavender, For she has taken him as her Doom. XI The man of big business now enters, He's Lester, Mr. Watson by name; He's pleasant to all his companions; And treats them all just the same. XII The next of our class was Edith Turner ; She now came walking in; She said she had been earning a living By selling her needles and pins. XIII Last of all appeared Bob Mathias, Who had succeeded in winning fame; He was a member of that Baylor “Eleven, That never had lost e’en a game. XIV Good will now prevailed in all things; As it should in such a fine band; When suddenly I awoke from the vision Which had carried me to many strange lands. XV Dear chums, classmates, to you all My greetings and love I extend. And hope we may ne’er be severed. But go on thru life as good friends. IDA GREINES. I was there and I saw Ida. our dear little wit. Whose part as Touchstone had made a great hit; She was returning from London, the famous old town That always has honored great men of renown. L. B.

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Class Prophecy A DREAM I Once upon midnight dreary, As I studied, weak and weary O’er many a curious volume of forgotten lore; While I nodded, in fact, I was napping. Suddenly there came a tapping As if someone gently rapping; Rapping at my study hall door. II Ah, distinctly I remember; It was in the bleak December, Ten years after the date we best remember, That I heard this knocking at my door. Now, I began to think and wonder, Of the meaning of the door-knock thunder, Suddenly I saw my blunder. III Enter my old friends, the ’15 Class. Now in fluttered Archie; from East to West, “Sanders’ Little Pink Pills” are known as the best. Behind him came our Mary, Who her aim in life did reach; No one seemed more happy. For she had a license to teach. IV Bessie Farmer, with her smile, was present; And perhaps that was as it should be; Because as a Red Cross nurse she was serving, Down in the region of the River Dee. V Before me then appeared Robertson, A man of whom our class can boast; He’s coaching the Howard Football Team; And he’s known from coast to coast. VI Now there was pretty Martitia Reynolds, W'ho still her beauty did retain; She was selling complexion powders From Grand Texas up to Maine. VII In walked our friend, Thad Boswell; Without whom life would be one sad strain; For without his jokes and gestures, Life wouldn’t be worth—living again.

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V Class History We, the Senior Class of June, Nineteen Hundred and Fifteen, of North Fort Worth High School, on looking back on the days of our work find we have made some mistakes, but gained much. We began our career in the fall of 1911 and finished in the spring of 1915. Three years we were in the Old High School Building and one year in the new building. The Freshman year was much the most difficult; for we were handicapped by a branch of new and hard studies; all new teachers; and new methods of studying. We could not show up as well here as we had in the grammar school, but we were willing to make the best of everything. The Sophomore year was a little easier for we had become accustomed to High School work; it taught us to listen more and talk less. We began the Junior year in full earnest; we knew it was no time for play, because to fail meant another year of work, and none of us were willing to work extra time, or give up our class- mates for pleasure gained that one year of failure. This was our last year at the old Marine High School and it seemed to us then that we could never learn to love another place so well. But the Senior year found us in a new building, with a new principal. It was a little difficult at first to get down to work, but before long we were under full swing and seemed to know that this was the time to make a better record than ever before. Our class was enlarged by many students who had done extra work and made a half grade. Some of the North Texas Cham- pions were members of our class of whom we are very proud. We were none of us brilliant, but take us all round, we were as happy a bunch as ever graduated from the North Side High. Many the times we fought, but we always made up—so we could fight again. And this was our slogan : “He who fights and runs away, May live to fight another day.“ THAI) BOSWELL