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

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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

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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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. - . get ' xQ!s have 5 ' - Gosh, says he, this one is hard, I can't see how ye get 56 yards. P John, as from a swoon awoke, Gee, says he, that was a joke. Hang that book bag on the wall, Let it be the spider's banquet hall. I'll carry my books in my hand this morn. All that dream was about the ninth grade I'm only too glad it was but a shade. I didn't pass a single exam, I racked my brains, I had them shorn Oh, I'm glad it was a sham. I'll pass the ninth grade if I have to-- Gee, But this is the end of this little ditty. DOLORES KAss, KATHRYN SCHERER, '3o. THE FRESI-IMEN Green little Freshies, green as can be Picking off plums from the knowledge tree. Latin and Algebra, English and such Shall we ever amount to much? We study hard and work with a will To see how much of our brains we can fill For Freshies have a reputation, you see, For being as green as green can be. This reputation we'l1 surely live down- To this dear old High School we'1l bring renown. For where in the world can a class be found Who can tum a whole school upside down? We point with pride to our record in class And then remark, our attendance at Mass, ' When it comes to instructions-Oh, how we shine For Father has said we're up to the time. Now all of these things considered together We'll make our class seem better and better, We've taken the dread out of life you see For green little Freshies, green as can be. KATHRYN SCHERER, '30 'X' -as Q-Nr any ' w7f 'wf 3 ,Q-,.. 'X --Q ,W 0 Ass wwliv' 0 '49, emi? 97, a s z- K. - - I 'I Page 79 L ' W' gd