Park City High School - Kalendar Yearbook (Knoxville, TN)

Page 72 text:

Conundrums VVIIIIII is It - In the Senior class that is often of great aid on a dark night ?-An Arm- strong. In the Junior class that makes it of such renown '?-A Duncan and an F. Marian Crawford. In the Sophomore class that all girls like '?-A Pickel. In the Freshman class that makes it the most musical il-A Horn. In the Sith-Freshman class that is a thing of' royalty and a crown for- ever ?-A King. In the Faculty that all persons want in time of sorrow ?-A Comfort. Which is the richest class in school ?-The one that has the most Cash. What precept have the Freshman class Ulilic - a - man. Why is the Sophomore class the strongest ?-Because it has the Lyons. What persons have we in the High School that represent an old and honorable trade ?-Millers. ' Why does the Sophomore class have to he called down so often?-Be cause they have a Parrot. What does the Freshman class do when an article is lost il-Hunt. We wish to call the reader's attention to the fact that Park City High School is not without its professionals. We have two Bakers, two Millers, a Trotter, and a Fisher, all prosperous. F. CRAWFORD. TU

Page 71 text:

The Faculty Through CI'IAUCER'S Eyes Whan in the morneyngyne atte twenetyee mynuttes after eyght, bye the eloekee, all the pupyls of Pairke Cityee Hye Skulef, hearne the tardye belle peale forthe l1ys doole-fulle sonde, they aecordyng-lie tourne hir faces, bryghte lyke floures, towarde the belooved studyee halle. Myse Kornforte, who runnes the skule, alle ways atte the doore stands, with pyncel and payperg and if bye ehannces oon does not slipe into the doore 0011 tyme she gyves them oon houre after skule. Myse Myleomee, who isse oon lovere of maathematykes, walkes with sted-faystly eyenes oon alle puypls, and if bye channees 0011 isse tayking the pryvileege of kouversing withouten the leaste bitte of permissionee, she gyves oon blake markee to the offenderssee. Myse Myc Donoughtee, oure Physics teacher, cooms in. Sl1e isse 0011 talle ladie withe goylden hairre, who hathe in her powere to reeytee abouten Greeke, Germauee, and alle ways says soomethynge a lytle foony to makee 0011 personne laughee tille the teeres flowe 0011 hys ehekes. Myse Hengharte, oure moosic ladie, isse oon lytle sweete bodiee, who lovees to Wende her tynie fingers oon the keys of the ynstroomente. Myse Kyellie hasse helped manee a oon poore, strugglynge studannte over manee a harde plaeee in the Latyn bokes. She isse very smalle and wears oon prettie redde dressee withe blake bootones. Myse Lysabeth M0Yelway11ee isse oon prettie brownee eyen laydie who is l1appyeste when hearnyng pupyls recyteeing English Lyteratume. She isse loved bye alle the puypls. Myse Aeuifee isse 0011 very neete laydie. She hathe blake hairre and piercynge eyene. She alleways teaches the poore puypls how to spyell cor- rectyly. Pairke Cytie used to have 0011 sweete laydie and a loveree of maathe- matykes also. She alle lyked to heyre tl1e poostmane blew his Whystle, and gettee lettres from Southee Carolina. And oon sayde day she lefte us to goo to Southe Carolina and beeoome Mysteresse Hyupeerte Fyikeeg We are alle sure Weel be fayre happyer there sans pupyls, sans study- halle, sans tyeste-paypers, sans everythynge. LUCILLE CRUDGINGTON, '13. 69

Page 73 text:

The Burglar CAn Incident in real life.j The old Colonial home of Major Petty's was hidden well in the tall maples. At times it had a gloomy aspect, but now the older daughter, Louise, home from college accompanied by her room-mate, Helen Marvin, made the stately old house ring with laughter and gaiety to which the younger mad-cap, Catherine, added her share of fun. But tonight she was pouting because the two older girls were planning to attend a ball at a near-by plantation, and she not being out in society, was considered too young to attend such a formal affair. She, with her sixteen years, felt very much insulted as she watched the two older girls adding ribbons and dainty touches to their party dresses. As the time grew nearer for them to go, she grew more rebellious, but her older sister tried to comfort her by saying she would have her good times when she grew up. It was a very disconsolate figure huddled in the window seat as she watched the gay party drive off in the moonlight. She sat there for an hour in deep study, but presently her face brightened and her old saucy look returned again. She slid out of the window seat and peered in the library and assured herself that her father and mother were deeply inter- ested in their papers, and the servants were all in their quarters back of the house. Stealing to the closet under the stairs, she found a pair of her father 's riding boots, with these in her hand, she stole softly up stairs to her sister's room. Placing them carefully under the low bed, so just the tips of the toes would show, she smiled with the anticipation of their fright. Then she stole softly to her room and was soon sleeping the sleep of the innocent. The ball was overg the happy party, having left the two girls at their own door, drove away shouting Good night! and they, laughing and chatting stole through the dark hall. The upper landing was flooded with moonlight and they imagined they saw a dim figure tlitting by. They were feeling a little nervous and they thought of the tales of robbery in the neighborhood, and a distant hoot-owl calling to his mate added to their fears. Witli a sigh of relief they reached their own room. Helen, standing before the mirror brushing her luxuriant hair, saw the retleetion of the boots in the mirror. Witli one scream she cried: HA man! under the bedll and fleeing through the hall screaming for help they soon had the whole house aroused. Father, mother, and servants armed themselves with pokers, brooms, carving knives, and shov- els reached the room to capture the burglar. One man, braver than the rest, reached under the bed and brought forth a pair of empty boots, and with a disgusted look held them before the crowd. They soon, departed to their rooms. The girls with their nerves quieted by a cup of tea made by Old Aunt Sarah, were soon fast asleep. And the author of all this trouble, turning over in bed with a sigh of satisfaction, decided she could have a little excitement if she wasnlt grown up. JANIE DAVlS. 71