Paris High School - Parisian Yearbook (Paris, KY)

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CITY OF PARIS, KENTUCKY DR. MRS. S. M. RICKMAN BEN COHEN SHOE STORE CHAS. P. COOK CO. DAUGHERTY PAINT SUPPLY WAGONER'S MARKET GRINNELL DRY CLEANING WOODFORD SPEARS SONS R. L. FILER AUTO BODY SHOP STRICKLER FURNITURE CO. LIMESTONE GAS COMPANY GUDGELL APPLIANCE COMPANY I0

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SCHOOL DAZE One day I rushed away from school Went home so very mad, My day at school had seemed all wrong. I'll tell you why I'm sad. Twelve long years I'd gone to school I'd struggled night and day, I felt so sorry for myself--cause I could not get away. It seemed I spent all hours in vain Never to break a rule. And study-study-study To make those grades in school. I thought my life was useless, I thought my life was spent, I threw myself upon my bed. My body seemed quite rent. Amid the sobs and tears of woe I fell into a dream. This is why I've changed my mind; I'll tell you what I've seen. ! =}= I saw myself in teacher's place Facing the angry mob; Surprisingly enough, It was she who gave a sob. You studied. Now that I'm older I've put those books to use. I've taken the knowledge that I learned And often o'er it muse. I've learned that no matter how old you are, No matter what your health, No mind what position in life, No matter what your wealth, You'll always find a place for school In some form of learnin' You're never too old to learn a little Whether sellin' cars or churnin'. And all those years spent in school, And all those tears you shed,. And typing, history, Latin and math And all those books you read Will come in mighty handy When you're rearing up your tots, When you're building bridges, painting houses. Or even sailing yachts. Learning won't kill anybody, No matter how it pains, You'll be glad you went to school When you're tottering on your canes. It was she who worked so hard, And she who took the blame, It was she who had the heartaches, My face turned red in shame. And then the tide was turned again I saw myself ten years from now, The parent of little children, A wrinkle on my brow. They'd be the ones come crying, About their life in school, And I'd take them on my knee, And quote the golden rule. I'd be the one to say to them, Some day you'll wish you had Studied more and enjoyed young life. Someday you'll be so glad Suddenly my dream was o'er, I jumped up from my bed I'm glad I've spent twelve years in school I'm glad, I'm glad, I said. And now you see why I have changed, I hope you understand, With memories and diplomas On the threshold of life we stand. SYLVIA STRICKLER