Oshkosh High School - Index Yearbook (Oshkosh, WI)

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APRIL INDEX FOR NINETEEN HUNDRED SEVENTEEN people write the books. But you do not dislike your fellow man because you have met a few people who are stupid, uninteresting, or wicked. Of course not, you merely leave them alone, and find some one you like better. If you do the same with books, you will have the same results, and will find there are books to suit all your moods. Would you forget this every- day world in which you live? Pick up Scott and you will find yourself in the days of chivalry, riding to battle or rescuing some fair maiden. Or, woud you knot your brain trying to unravel a weird myster? If so, Wilkie Collins will give you a puzzle which will call forth your best detective powers and which only he can solve. Whatever be your desire, a book can satisfy it. And if you would forget man ' s ingratitude or drive dull care away, take you a book and sit you down by the hearth, with its cheery, crackling fire, and be ye filled with sweet content. For winter winds may blow cold and drear, but you will be far from it all. Then you will think, truly, my book is my friend. I am eighteen now. It is ten years since my father gave me my key to the garden. I have roamed through many of its paths, but still far, far ahead they stretch endlessly onward. The garden beyond is still unex- plored and I still have my key. It is my best friend because it opened the gate into the garden for me and led me to the companions whom I so soon made mine. I found many of them to be far greater than my little book, and often I was elevated and helped by these, my more famous companions. But always deep in my heart I shall cherish the little key, my first friend — but not my last. A good book is the precious life-blood of a master spirit. — Milton. Dreams, books, are each a world; and books we know. Are a substantial world, both pure and good; Round these, with tendrils strong as flesh and blood. Our pastime and our happiness will grow. — Wordsworth. Page twenty-nine

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APRIL INDEX FOR NINETEEN HUNDRED SEVENTEEN LATIN DErARTflEKT Memories of Latin (Tune— Old Oaken Bucket.) Hoiv dear to my heart are all memories of Latin, When fond recollections present them to view; Declensions, translations, and hard conjugations. The mammoth vocab ' laries my freshman term knew. The sophomore-year Latin, with commentaries of Caesar, Co mposition on Friday, I ' member so well; Orations of Cicero, against wicked Catiline, Was the book which my junior year knew very well. The old battered text books, the finger-marked text books. The bescribbled text books, I ' member so well. — Ex. Roman Libraries THE early Romans were far too warlike and practical to give much attention to literature, so it is not until the last century of the republic that libraries in Rome are heard of. Considerable care was taken in the placing of libraries. The room or building usually faced the east. For the publication of books during the period when the great classics were produced, the only material was papyrus, and the form, the roll which the Romans adofited from the Greeks. Their pens were made of reeds brought to a point and cleft like our quill pens. The ink was usually made of soot mixed with resinous gums, though sometimes the liquid of the cuttlefish was used instead. Red ink was used a great deal for headings, ornaments, etc.; as it was thick, more like paint than modern ink, it could be wiped or washed off. Page thirty-one