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

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5,5 ' r D 46,0 oinizewe 'fg!, f5::i A .. - .gSl.!4 xm'Nf ?Y AFL Now the brain is so full that more knowledge o'eriills it We are studious now because High School so wills it No matter how barren the past might have been, 'Tis enough for us now that our brains are fresh We sit in the school-room and feel quite well, How boys anxious for billiards are waiting the bell We may shut our eyes, but we cannot help knowing That billiards and pool are the finest things going. - I. Part. My algebra now bring to me And bring to me my English, too, For tomorrow I go to high school, see In search of more knowledge anew. Shall never a paper before me be spread Nor a pencil give vent to my crammed head Till I begin school days to keep- Here on the feathers will I sleep And perchance there comes a vision true Ere day create the world anew. Slowly -Iohn's eyes grow dim Slumber fell like a cloud on him And into his soul the vision flew. The books were studied by twos and threes Inathe room drowsed the F reshies up to their chins, The little boys studied as if it were The one day of school in all the year. The very blackboard seemed to sing, The teacher's desk alone in the schoolroom lay Like an outpost of drudgery dull and gray. 'Twas the proudest room in Lourdes High And never its doors were opened save To teachers and priests and scholars grave. Knowledge besieged it on every side And the Freshies absorbed it and nearly died. Under the strain of their importance all Thought they were in spirit just as tall As Seniors or Juniors or all the hall. The school door opened with an essay And through the arch a new-made Freshie, A one Ray Cox, a maiden knight, In his new school suit brushed so bright, It seemed the building had gathered all The knowledge that ever was let fall From the pens of masters eighty years old, And worth their weight in yellow gold. And entering in this Freshman tall, - Had come to partake of the studies of this hall. YY 14 . jig- ,U --, 0 45 ..?-iflffd is, Nadia I' Y K Page 77

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,0li'iE . 'q?- '5f?f?' Q . - . N 5 S Q 0,3 i . THE VISION OF ,A FRESI-IIE Over their books in the eighth grade Poring hard and turning their young hair gray, Sat two 'future freshies, lad and maid, Building a bridge in Dreamland for this lay. Then as the days grew shorter and e'en When their highest dream a diploma Was to be given to Bill and Geraldine. Not only around our grade days Does Heaven with all its splendors lieg Daily with books our eyes worked hot, We Sinais climb and know it not. Over our grade days bend the skies ' Over our home-tasks and future lives The sister utters prophesies. With our faint brain the grammar strives To pump some knowledge into that wood Where before that time emptiness stood. And to our bodies drowsy blood Still shouts the inspiring sea. School gets its price for what school gives us The scholar is taxed for a seat to sit in. The priest has his fears who comes and instructs us We bargain for the books we look in. At the teacher's desk are all new books sold Each ounce of print costs its ounce of gold. For a scholar's gown our chink we pay Home-tasks we get not for the asking 'Tis them alone that are given away, To give us a whole night's taskingg There is no price set on the rudiments They are to be had by the poorest students. And what is so rare as a day in June Then, if ever, come perfect days. Then eight graders wonder if they are in tune To be a Freshie and study lays, Of ancient Rome and classic Greece. Then they open their books and their knowledge increases- Every boy and girl feels a stir of might An instinct within them that reaches and towers And climbs to a soul in studious hours. Now is the high tide of the year And whatever of knowledge hath ebbed away Comes back to the scholar in arrears Into every bare brain, cell and nerve and fiber. rx g . C4 - six- 5 -N I 0 A51 -f:' i:'i'972?, Qs'.lv.s,- 19 39' -if 153' r a 1 Page 76

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, ics' 4 g, - A RX A, 1 V at-QE' - B- It was morning on hill and stream and tree, But dark, so dark as dark can be, When another Freshman, one Roger D. Entered the portals of the building of rule That went by the name of Lourdes High School. But oh! for this sad, sad little boy The breaking of the season of fun Had come as a shock to this little oneg He'd fully enjoy his two months' leave And wished for two months more like Steve. But two months more was out of mention Now was the time for study and 'tention. II. Part p Down swept exams from the teacher's desk From books which ten months' wear had worn. On every page and problem deep, They had heaped much print like golden corn, And when they were whirled on Law1'ence's brain He used much paper but forfeited his gain. From blackboards black and paper white It carried a shiver like a long winter's night. Bob L. heard it and built a roof 'Neath which he could house him, exam-proof, And so did Bill and Clarence L. From writing exams they were held aloof. A boy, John Goray, fat but sharp, Of his brains, history makes a harp On which to the tune of ninety per cent And a hundred in algebra, what an ascent! The final exams with their monotone Make an impression all of their own. There was never a sound from boy or girl And never a note would a naughty boy hurlg It was at the time of the vicious exam And many a boy was making a sham Of writing a dreadful hard English exam. There were four rules for the comma More for the dash and when ' Paul Crowley was writing his hash, then Edward Kieff, that very bad boy Who wants to revolve to his little heart's joy, Was struggling to interpret a colon and comma. Eugene Golueke, that fat little scholar, Was making a kick, gee, he did holler, His idleness now, his love for pool Was making a kick against the Golden Rule. A Q 1, ' . 5143 5 . A-5 9 A37 .,:' kiif3'tl5?, Nigga Page 78