Our Lady of Lourdes High School - Knight Yearbook (Marinette, WI)

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wu- I , qi K V I f .Weis-.ca isa-' Q - ' sees if . Asa Wilbur, Wilbur, why did you do that? Why, don't you know that I want to be fat? Joseph La Pinske's our music boy He always believes in giving joy. Some say he's the music master's pet Never mind, he surely can play the clarinet. Next in line is Clarence G. He's always busy as a bee. - But if you have a question just go to him, you'll get a suggestion. Little Miss Florence Sat on a school bench Eating candy-and say Along came a teacher But before she could reach her Miss Florence hid the candy away. Busy Ella Ryan Sat under a pine Studying, studying her history. , She struck a hard part But learned it by heart And said, What a good girl am I. xr Molly, Molly, my fair lass Tell me, please, about your class. Latin tests and English work Are the tasks I never shirk. Three wise pupils of Lourdes, Irene, Eliz. and Lil, Went to town in a chaise. If the chaise had been stronger My story would have been longer. Little Jean Dura has lost her tongue 'Tis sad, for silent it is never. p A' f ' Leave her alone, and it'll come home Wagging the same as ever. Lucille Peterson lost her candy Then Anne said: You're a dandy, For, if I'member you promised me some And now, of course, I'll surely get none. Little Margaret Dooley Went to a schooly To rest, she was sure she would-she thought But when she got there, And rest she'd not dare She learned the best lesson she could-she thought. Ruth, Ruth, broke her tooth Biting on her fountain pen. How Ruth did scream It really did seem As though she were losing ten. Cock-a-doodle-doo Mildred and Margaret, too Have lost their Latin exercises And don't know what to do. YN n . Q, ' . nglig - I, N ' 'I A5 .1:'isq'5'95L', fsslviii HW' Aisle! Ax KV? -555' ' g?65 i - I l .

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7 Jr' -. V - v-:V ' - 'YTVTF Rx? N . w lg:-i' , a saw? W W BGP , MOTHER GOOSE RI-IYMES' In this class of thirty-two Though we'vc many things' to do We've found time to write a line With Mother Goose to make it rhyme. Young John Faller Was a merry little scholar And a merry little scholar was he. He called for his Latin He called for his English And he called for his History. Wee little Edward runs through the school, Upstairs he races, breaking many a rule. Gleefully shouting about his happy fate, Oh, won't it be a shock to find me here at eight. Hi diddle diddle Donald plays a fiddle And Georgie plays basketball. The little boys laughed to see such sport When Georgie took a bad fall. Little Alton went a-fishing For to catch his Latin But all the knowledge that he had He lost before the matin. Handsome Clement Yuenger Wanted to be a singer, He tried to reach high C- The teacher sighed as she fled from the room This is worse than the day of doom No such singing for me. Little Melvin had a hobby At the age of four. And his hobby was a horsie Which he rode upon the floor. Years after Melvin entered Lourdes And still his hobby was a horse Which he used to great advantage Riding through his Latin course. Elmer Cc-myne will e'er go right And this is the reason why He studies with diligence during the day And burns plenty of oil by night. Raymond, Raymond comes to school Riding on a bike. He has to learn all that he can Or else he'1l have to hike. joe, Joe, the janitor-'s son Rang the bell and away he run- Paul Ravet came out and gave him a clout, Joe's still wondering what it's about. Wilbur, Wilbur, where have you been I've been at the store eating of pumpkin. VX - , . 14 N ' - ala, Q ,un fx , ,, Q tl-. A3 .15'iif 05L', Qt-QQ?-19 ' A 02-1 - - -337 . 7 g g AT g ' Page 67 fx

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V -Wg, vb N ' A dillar, a dollar,Evelyn's a scholar What makes her learn so quick. Yes, what we'd really like to know Is how she makes things stick. There is a maid at L. H. S. And Marion is her name. In studies she just does her best And looks for future fame. Hickory Dickory Dock, Annamae watches the clock. She must hurry home To brush up her frock- Hickory Dickory Dock. Irene Brault, have you your work? Yes, Ma'am, Yes, Ma'am, Work I never shirk. Study, study every day, Hazel wastes not time at play. She must work and she must read, She must study hard, indeed. THE CLASS, ,29- MR. SOPHOMORE QTO be sung to the tune of Yankee Doodle-Oodlej My name is Mr. Sophomore, and I come from L. H. S. I'm getting pretty frisky now, and always do my best. I took the fatal plunge way back in nineteen twenty-five, And after two long years I find that I am still alive. CHORUS : Oh! Mr. Sophomore! Doodle-de-Oo-dle-e-oo! Oh! Mr. Sophomore! DOO-dle-de-OO-dle-e-Oodle-Oodlel II. One day there came a monitor, with school books in her hand, And said that I must learn to do whate'er she would command. Along came Mr. I-Iardwork and introduced himself And ever since my books refrain from garnishing the shelf. CHORUS: III. I had an awful time to learn amo, amas, amat And that old physiography sure puzzled me a lot. . I labored hard with x, y z, and good old Alec, too, And stayed up nights to write my themes, the subjects were so new. CHORUS: IV. To be a Sophomore-my goal-it was my daily dream, But just a Freshie green was I, I must have been a scream. But now since all my dreams came true-I'm in the Sophomore grade I just sit back and laugh and laugh, to think I was afraid. ELIZABETH LAUERMAN, '2Q. YN. P' Iemi-.,f5 'Ql!Z!5, .sigma A i 'N' U Page 69 .