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

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than 6 KALENDARW Meny Writes Home C'1'hird Prize Storyj Dear Aint Gertie: I'm riting to tell you that I am in skool now. Skool teachers are over-intelegent specimens uv humanity that teaches ivory-headed, noisy, chatterin' boys an' gurls-or try to. They tell them how too rite, an' spell, an' do stunts in mathermatics, an' how to talk. I think they make a mistake in tellin' them how too talk thow. They seems to know how to well now. Ef they teached tham how to keep their mouths shet thcyld dew better, I think. Sum skool teachers dew the strong arm act. Our 'n don 't. They look mad, bat their eyes, an, lecshure too us. Sumtimes I 'magine I would ruther have the ol' method, but that's jest sumtimes thow. I don 't guess they has much truble lookin' mad. I go too skool to learn new things, so ma sez. I learn sumpthin' new every day, almost, when l'm quiet anough. The other day I learned sumpthin' that plum surprized me. I found out that our english teacher' could do sumpthiu, becides laugh. I couldn't understand at lst, an' I almost got in too truble afore I noed she was mad. She tuck me by surprize. Ef she had only had a high 4 leged stool too bounce oft of, l 'd a got wise quickor. Speakin' of high stools, one ot' our teachers has 1 of tham things in her possession, an' too see her descend from that perch when she gets peeved, would tickle a dead man. Eny-way, it tickles me, an' sum folks say I'm a dead-head. Wlien she gets peeved she unloads from her little 4 leged throne, landin' on the floor like a ton of brick, an' you should observe the efect of said unloadini. Kids sets up an' takes notise very prompto, I tell you. The jar of the sudden descendin' seems too cause a internal explosun which hurls a lot 0' shrapnel Words our way with more or less good efect- usualy moreg said actshun causing much mirth on my part. 57

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KALElLlDARw A Courageous Junior A Junior and his girl, one day, Were out a-larking, strange to say. Ile looked into her eyes so blue, And said, Dear, l'd face death for you. They were walking thus, lovers inay, VVhen all at onee they were brought to bay, By a hulldog's harsh, discordant bark, Wliim-11 made them both repent their lark. tio on, dear sweetheart, said she to llllllg Hut '4sweetl1eart, trembling in every limb, Ilad turned to Hee the tragic sight, And leave his beloved, with no thought of flight. Then suddenly, she made a last appeal: Surely, said she. Hyour heart is as steel 5 You would face death for nie, you said! 1' Yes, said our Junior, Hbut he isn't dead. Emert Tate, 'us so

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QW KALEILIEIDAR IEW-1 We 've got a hemale teacher, to. Sum folks call him professor. We don 't call him atall, we got too go too him when we Want him. When we arrive in his den, an' set brakes with more or less noise- usualy more-his first words is, L'Get easy. Be'ins I ain't takin' Latin or German, I don 't know whether that means Hgood morn- ing or not, but I 've got a pretty strong impressun it does not, thow. The first day I blowed into his room an' heard that order snaped out right behind me as I passed the door, I almost run over the boy in frunt 0' me. I gained about 6 steps in my onward march in mathermatics an' about 6 years in my age at the same time. He never does lecture too us thow,-it's unnecessary. We go in an' get easy very prompto, watching him from the corners of our eyes. Ef he was a lady teacher I guess visitors would accuze us of makin' eyes at her. I've learned sumpthin' else, to. Things can't be Udiscussedl' in a certain room. I learned it powerful easy, wasn't hard atall. Sumbody sed sumpthin' an' I started too say sumpthin' about it to, when the teacher informed me that we'll not discuss that. Judgin' frum the way she looked when she sed it, I 'lowed may be we'd better not discuss ner cuss it neither while she was around. You oughter see the hire school down here, Aint Gertie, it's made up of professors, teachers, janitors, and etc.-mostly etc. It's a powerful big consarn. You cum down here an' I'll show it ter you. Yours trully, Meny Porkanonions. Sam Hodges, '20, d f:-'?E E 58