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

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KAl..ElLI?DAR WW top of the bed, while the lady changed her position to a rocking chair, which nearly lost its equilibrium. The rat retreated from the dresser to a pair of shoes and attempted to enter, but while he was doing this I landed several decisive blows with my broom which impaired his speed and after that I soon killed him by repeated blows. The ladies then descended from their high positions and we removed our dead. My friend came home in time for the burial. Dewey Peters, '17 . 'Tisn't life that matters, 'Tis the courage you bring to it. -Horace Walpole. Every day that is born into this world comes like a burst of 11lllSlC, and rings itself all the day throughg and thou shalt make of it a dance, a dirge, or a life march, as thou wilt.-Carlyle. ' algal, Q, fgw .B- 61

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if 'I KALENDARW a A Battle with a Knoxville Rat One evening about seven o'clock I went to see one of my boy friends. Upon arriving at the house, I was told that he had just stepped out and would soon return, so after being requested to do so, I took a seat and awaited his return. There was no one at home except the lady of the house and her maid. We were all sitting there talking and the maid said she had some work to do upstairs and that she would go and do it then. She had been upstairs about ten minutes when we heard a scream which indicated there was trouble afoot. We rushed to the room and upon our arrival, we were informed of the presence of a rat. He had taken a seemingly impregnable position in the springs of the bed and was well prepared to defend himself. The lady of the house sent by the maid for the arms with which to battle and she soon returned with a broom, a poker and a stick and we then began our campaign. First we cut ol? all retreats by shut- ting the doors and stopping up all the holes. The lady, armed with the poker, took a strategic position on the dresser. The maid, armed with the stick, began to attack the rat with great fury by punching through the springs, while I, armed with a broom, patiently awaited to thwart him on any move he might make. The maid soon dislodged him from his position and I struck several well meant blows at him with my broom, but was unable to get his range, owing to his speedy and well planned moves. He then went under the dresser where the lady was standing. We soon surrounded him on three sides and he was cut off in the rear by the wall. Being thus hemmed in, he used his skill in military tactics and attacked some point. This point was the maid and she soon gave way to the pressure and retreated to the 60

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gb, KALEILITDARW Eulogy To Cecil Carlyle Powers By Supt. J. R. Lowry. Leaves have their time to fall, And flowers to wither at the north-wind's breathg And stars to setg but all, Thou hast. all seasons for thine own, 0 Deathll' When a man dies in the fullness of years, his life rounded out, his work complete, it seems a natural thingy but when the career of a brilliant youth is cut short just as he is beginning to give evidence of his great possibilities, there is universal mourning. Such a death was that of Cecil Carlyle Powersg in him the com- munity loses one of its most popular and promising young men. This most excellent youth was a model son: loving and obedi- ent to his parents, always kindly and atfable in his home, he has left his dear ones nothing but pleasant memories of the beautiful relationship that ever existed between them. The thought of him as he was wont to move about among them, in his characteristi- cally sunny way, must be a perpetual consolation. But young Powers' loss is felt deeply not only in his homey by his death the Park City High School will suffer keenlyg for he was one of its most commendable students. He seemed the very embodiment of all that is worth while in the modern high school boy. Possessed of strong native ability, he endeared himself to his teachers by the interest with which he pursued his studies and his attitude toward those in authority. But his interest was 62