Pershing Middle School - Reflections Yearbook (San Diego, CA)

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Caesar did, llEt, tu, most honorable teacher ?it and fall prostrate, only to dwell in the suburbs of her good pleasures because of theme writing. And now, oh pardon me, thou honorable English teachers, that I am not meek and gentle with these men of torture! We are the ruins of such men as these that have lived in days gone by. We butcher their works, we mutilate them, we meekly abide by them. Come, poor remains of fellow students, rest on this hope, when your theme is written and the pleasures of it' are ended, rest on the hope that soon, oh soon, comes the inevitable end of our pleasure, forever. But yet, fellow scholars, 0 yet hold up your heads. eRuth Brown, ,23. Beware of Your Head H V, shouted Will as a great big turnip hit him square on the nose. 0 You will, will youfl he cried ruthlesslys tearing a carrot from the ground, tTll show you something, you cross-eyed, pigeon-toede Bang! Came another turnip, this time hitting him in the stomach. His fighting blood was up. tlThought you were going to show me something, smartyf, jeered George. He bent to pick up some more clods and vegetables, but dodged as he saw Will throw a rock. But it hit him, and right on the toe he had stubbed! He howled and hopped around in pain, holding the injured toe with his hands. Stooping suddenly he picked up a rock and hurled it with all his might. Just then the garden gate opened, and in walked grandfather. Down came the rock on his head! The two boys were so startled that they had no time to run. Grandfather with his hat off and scratching his head, surveyed the boys With surprise, Pointing to the delapidated garden he demanded sternly, Who did this ?,l They both stared miserably at one another. George finally stuttered, liW-we dedid it. But please dont tell mamma about itf, he cried, running to his grandfather with tears in his eyes. ilWe really didn,t mean to do it? Will followed at his heels. llHonest, Itll give you this if you wont? and he manfully pulled the cause i of all the trouble out of his pocket, a grimy, dirty all day sucker. Grandfather solemnly took it and deposited it in his pocket with a twinkle in his eyes neither of them saw. Well, suppose we begin to clean up? he said at length. Soon the garden began to look like its own self. That night George and Will wiped the dishes and fetched the wood with- out a murmur. They were so occupied With their thoughts and fears that they did not notice the glances passed between their grandfather and mother. Whether she ever missed any of her vegtables or not they did not know but they always thought their secret was safe with grandfather. eEdith Mackie, i24.

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IIEarl, you naughty b0y,II I scolded, IIdonIt you know you shoulant be cruel to animals ?II IIVVhat do I care?I answered Earl, Who cared about nothing but mischief. II 111 going to make Mrs. Hughes Chase me down the street with a broom.II IIKitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, called Mrs. Hughes, come right home to dinner.II Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, Kitty, your Grandma wants you to come right home to dinner,II teased Earl. Earl, you re the cruelest, naughtiest boy IIve ever seen,I Iscolded Mrs. Hughes as she caught a glimpse of EarlI s red hair through the fence. IIYou just Wait, that beautiful red hair of yours won It look so nice when I get hold of you, II called Mrs. Hughes as she came running out of the back door with a coal shovel in her hand. Down the tree went the cat and over the fence went Tige and Earl, and after them all Mrs. Hughes came with the coal shovel. Down the street went the procession, cat, dog, Earl and Mrs. Hughes. People came into the street to see what was the matter. Men stopped on their way home from dinner to see the procession. Faster and faster ran the cat and louder and louder the dog barked. Still Earl ran on. II 11 get that boy if I have to run clear to New York, II uttered Mrs. Hughes with a sigh. IIOh, I m so tired, so tired I just canIt hardly walk,II said Mrs. Hughes to one of her neighbors on her way back home after she had given up all hopes of catching Earl. Some time afterwards Earl came home tired and exhausted. IIMa, we chased that old cat clear up on the Heights and it fell into the river, but we fished it out,IIEar1 explained to his mother as he met his mother in the pantry. IIAnd hereI s the coal shovel that Mrs. Hughes was going to chastise me with. II IIEarl, you must go apologize to Mrs. Hughes.II IIAw, Ma, I donIt want to,II answered Earl as he cut himself a large piece of cake. IIMy, that run made me hungry.II aHelen McCabe, I24 The Pleasures of Theme Writing SAT at my desk in school one day and heard our honorable teacher assign I the subject, The Pleasures of Theme Writing,II as a topic. Poor Fresh- men! Poor teacher! Alas, the pleasures of theme writing! Many a time and oft, toh, those favorite words of Shakespearel I have sat and scratched my noble head and thought and thought and thought. Then again come some of ShakespeareI s words, You blocks, you stones, you worse than senseless things. 'II Whoever had the inspiring inspiration of theme writing? You hard hearts, you cruel men of talent, knew you not that the coming generation would suffer from your wonderful brains? Oh, the Ides of March, the Ides of April, May, June, and of all the other months, do you not pity us, the poor proliters of Shakespeare and others, as we meet your smiling faces with frowns upon our own over the same old cause, theme writing, each year as you make your appearance? Each year we pray upon our bended knees for an English teacher who has not the cruel craving in her system for themes. Then each time we utter as ..51I

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Miss Hunt an Domestic Science Class: Give me a rule for testing a cake. Eva Brown: Firmly place the thumb in the middle of the cake, let it remain there for one minute and if the thumb has no blisters on it or is not burned, the cake is done. a: as a: :k A Definition Little Blanche had been intently watching her brother Lester, an amateur artist, blocking out a land- scape in his sketch book. Suddenly she exclaimed excitedly, I know what drawing is. XVell, Blanche, what is it? asked her brother. Drawing is thinking and then working around the think. Changed Opinion Everett: Say, Dad, lend me five? Mr. H. tpretending not to have heardy What? Everett: I said would you lend me ten dollars? Mr. H.: Aw, what are you talking about? I heard you the first time. Stupid Miss Hood Hooking at Annual dummyy : that is this? Miss Doughty: That is the An- nual Dummy. Mr. Brauer: XVhy, yes, that is the Annual, DUMMY. i: :k sr. :k XValter Fleharty twhile practicing Operetta: Oh, chase me, girls, Iim a butterfly. Pretty Warm for Him Miss Lang tin History IVM What happened to Roger Williams after he turned against the motives of the New Englanders? Fay Jessee: He escaped to the forest and lived in an insulated state for the entire summer. $ $s is :k Domestic Science Miss H: What is scurvy? Alma: A light colored scale grow- ing in the hair. It is more properly known as dandruff. :k $ 4e 2s Miss H: In buying a chicken for frying, how may you be sure to get a young one. Mattie F.: A young chicken al- ways has bright eyes. Adele: No, that isnt right, a young chicken donit have feathers they have down. bk :1: $ $6 Some Tree James: Alma got some shoe-trees for Chirstmas. Tom: Where did she get them? I want a couple of those trees but not the kind that grow musical shoes. So Obliging Orletta: Oh, Ruth, would you mind if I read your letter? Ruth: Not at all. Certainly you may, but wouldnit you feel more natural for me to hold the letter and let you read over my shoulder? is 2k a: $ Miss Doughty tto Seniorsy: Is the sheep a carniverous animal? Class tIn Chorusy : Yes. h53h