Paxton High School - Reflector Yearbook (Paxton, IL)

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THE PAXTON HIGH SCHOOL REFLECTOR THE STORY OF DIDO’S MISFOR- TUNES (Translated from Virgil by Georgia Strebeck.) Long is the tale of injustice of Dido the Tyrian queen. Numerous are the details, and tearful, too, I ween. But the most important facts I shall now here relate And try to tell you how she was pur- sued by fate. Sychaeus was her husband, who was very rich in lands; While Dido was yet a maiden, her father gave him her hand. He loved this hapless Dido. Ah, little did he know. What hatred her brother Pygmalion toward him did cruelly show. A feud now rose between them, and, blinded by love of gold, Pygmalion stabbed Sychaeus, like an innocent sheep in the fold. He did this bloody crime, and he mocked the heart-sick wife, So cruel with empty hope, so guilty of taking life. Alas, how loving Dido found out this cVuel crime Was through Sychaeu's ghost, who came to her sleep in time, his face was strangely pale, his ba e and bloody breast Was pierced by the cold steel spear, which thro’ this heart did rest. He persuaded her to flee from her ancient father land; At once she prepared for flight, and gathered together a band. She unearthed long hidden treasures of silver and of gold, Which helped her on her way, and made herself quite bold. They seized the ships that were ready and with treasures loaded them all— The leader of this exploit Queen Dido you may call. They landed on the shore where Car- '9 thage flourished and grew, Where her citadel towered heaven- ward against the sky so blue; Where the walls were huge as moun- tains—Ah, once they were, I say! But time has changed them all, they are not so today. They purchased land—as much 3s they could enclose with the hide Of an ox, which they cut into strips and laid them far and wide. They called this the land of Byrsa, from the name of this very deed. And here there grew and flourished, the true Carthaginean seed. WINTER Gone are the roses of Summer, Gone are the daisies of May; Gone are robins and blue birds, Welcome, O Winter day. Gray are the once turquoise skies, Rude is the once gentle breeze; Cold blows the wind, and fast falls the snow, Bare are the once shady trees. Dumb are the once laughing brooks. Frozen every stream; All the lakes are sleeping, Of by-gone summers they dream. Yet welcome, O winter day! You too must come in the year; Though the beauties of summer are gone. The beauties of Winter are here. Geogia Strekeck, '11 ‘‘You are a brick, I do aver.” Quoth Fred to Bessie at his side. “A sort of pressed brick, as it were” She laughingly replied. A man sent a note to his family physician which read thus: Dear Doctor: My wife’s mother is at death’s door. Please come and pull her through.

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PAT QUOTATIONS To be grave exceeded all power of her face.—Helen Nelson, I ois Ricn- ards. A quiet, good, thoughtful, sincere lad.—Kenneth Hathaway. Tongue nor heart can conceive or name them.—Exams. Her very look is full of smiles.— Ruby Shelby. The poor have ye always with you. —The Foot Ball Team. Nothing like being popular with the ladies.—Raymond Kirkpatrick. Lowly and meek, patiently suffering all things.—Sophomore Girls. Of all the men who ever lived. I’d do the proper thing.—V. E. D. He’s lictle, but Oh my! its enough. - -Earl Carlson. Perhaps I am no student, but I make a hit with the girls.—Verne Healy. Please go ’way and let me sleep.— William Flora. Did you ever notice how curly her eyelashes are?—Howard McCracken. A perfect type of verdant, efflores- cent, effervescent freshy.—Theo. Lund- gren. Truth is mighty—mighty scarce.— Frank Horner. Her work—roller-skating, her pas- time, studying.—Too numerous to mention. I was just fooling.—Ted. Apt in His Latin. A member of the Caesar class was recently detained at home by illness. A Freshman friend called upon him and sympathetically said, Sick, eh?’’ Yes’’, replied the Latin student, Sic sum.” A little Freshman has a dog by the name of Caesar. We Sophomores say. Kill the deg, or change his name!” When this Freshman reaches the dig- nity of a Sophomore, and becomes ac- quainted with the works of the noble Roman whose name the dog bears, he will realize that we are just in mak- ing this demand.

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20 THE PAXTON HIGH SCHOOL REFLECTOR A VISIT TO THE GIRL’S DORMI- TORY. As Eugene Cable sat by the win- dow of his room in the Alpha Beta house, making a praise worthy effort to absorb a vague perception of the ideas involved in his next hour Trig- onometry lesson, the postman arrived, bringing with him a small, square envelope, bearing Cable’s name. At Home Friday, December seventeen at half-after eight o’clock Edens Hall It was with mingled emotions that ’Gene read the invitation. Edens’ Hall was the dormitory where the girls of Maxwell College lived who were not members of any of the var- ious sororities of which the college boasted. It was not altogether a pleasure to attend one of their recep- tion, but it was a duty which ’Gene was sure his fraternity brothers would see that he performed. When the evening of the reception arrived, ’Gene made great prepara- tions. In his dress suit, of course the only appropriate garb for funct- ions of the kind, he posed before the large French mirror, for anyone more fastidious than ’Gene concerning his personal appearance is rarely seen. Arriving at the Dorm, he was usher- ed into the hall by Mrs. Grayson, the house-mother, with whom he was whol’v rnacouainted. As he ascended the stairs to the dressing room, he glanced through into the parlors. Not a dress suit to be seen! Horror stricken, he nassed on up the stairs. How could he. the glass of fashion of Maxwell College, venture down in'o the mids of those business suits with his glaringly white shirt front. He entered the empty dressing room, and walked despondently to the window. His snirits revived. Without further cermony, he opened the win- dow. walked calmly down the fire escape, and reaching the street he dashed madly in the direcfTfr-r f the Alpha Beta house. He ran up the steps, through the hall, xnd on up to his room heeding not at all the questions hurled at him by the fel- lows. In a few minutes Eugene, with his overcoat again buttoned close up to his neck, was again greeted by the un- suspecting Mrs. Grayson, and soon mingled among the guests in the par- ors the irreproachable Alpha Beta,Mr. Eugene Cable. Nora Ryan, T2 THE KNOWING AND THE THINK- ING. Observation shows that all students, by their attitude toward their work and their habits in it, divide into two fairly well defined classes. Of these two classes of students, the one focus their attention on facts, and may be called the knowers; they depend largely upon their senses, aid- ed by certain standards and instru- ments of definite measurement. The other focus upon causes, and tnay properly be called thinkers, specula- tors; they depend on inference and deduction. Of course the first mentioned class does a certain amount of thinking, and the second a cer ain amount of e act cognizing, but in each case it is incidental, a mere means to what is regarded as a more important end. But they ’re merely side line?, and neither party camps in them. The two clas-es are real’y two clan-', tending to reparate and diverge so widely as to know’ comparatively little of each o'1 er. I am geing to measure these two c’asses from my own observation of their respective qualities and tenden- cies. There is no authority attaching to my noion of the case, and if there