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

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The Freshman We're a new class upon the scene, The class of nineteen eighteen We come with shouts and lots of noise, A boisterous band of girls and boys, With books and mischief we are rife With sober looks, but jolly life So sly our teachers can't find out Whether it 's lessons or fun we are thinking about. Three years from now as wise as owls, We 'll beg or ducks or other fowls, Just like the seniors over there Who think with them, none can compare, For they put on such sober looks Turned up collars and piles of booksg With flirts and frills and frizzly curls We're sure thoy're sportive boys and girls. We're not as fresh as you supposeg VVe'll he Sophomores soon and we propose To show the world what Sophs can do With games and books and sweethearts, too. We love our teachers every one, Even though our days are full of fun, Rah! Rah! Rah! for vacation now, We'll make it hum, this we avow. Julia C' .,.0., T0 LATIN I They die who wrote it, They die who quote it, All die who learn it- Blessed death! they earn it. 45 Class Dupee

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The Cause of A11 Man's Woes CThis story took the cakej -1.-0 EORGE hated girls, little ones, big ones, pretty ones, ugly ones, they were all alike to him. He hated them with a just, and he said righteous hatred, for had not girls con- tinually worried him from the time of his birth up to the pres- ent? His sister had just committed an unpardonable sin-enter- ed his room and given it a thorough spring cleaning. She had even dared to take the old socks and neckties out of his bu- reau drawer. She had given away his old summer-before-last shoes. Now George had intended to do all these things for a year, and was disappointed because he had been deprived of the pleasure. He thought he know of a place where girls were not, and determined to go. So next day he got a camping outfit, and started on his way. He reached his destination, and found a place that looked safe for a camp. There wasn 't an inhabited house in ten miles, but near his camp were a few deserted cottages. The next morning he was up early, and went fishing. He was gone till almost noon. Before he came in sight of his camp, he scented danger, for there in the middle of the path was the print of a feminine foot. He looked at it for a mo- ment, then changed his position, and viewed it from another angle. He finally concluded that there was no mistake, and trudged sadly to camp. I When he got there he knew there was something wrong, as several things had been moved. He stepped into the tent to get a nearer view. Horrors! There in the middle of his 47