Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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14 The MisshjE headquarters. The full moon was shining softly and I re- solved not to stop at anyone’s “Halt!” When I came to a turn in the road on which I was rid- ing, I heard a “Halt,” but gently pulling the reins, I made my horse go so fast that we reached the general’s headquar- ters unharmed, save for a small scratch on my arm, due to the shot the enemy’s guard fired at me when I passed him. I gave the document to the general, and then fell senseless to the ground. When I awoke, I learned that I had helped to save the day, because the document was a call for re-in- forcements. I will close now, assuring you of further reports later. Yours truly, — Wra L. Blank, ’13. Teacher: What is a hug? Student: Energy gone to waist. cSt 5 Notice: — If you are desirous of knowing how fish are bit- ing this Spring, ask Jno. T. Pace or Curtis Lyons. S Teacher: What is sulphur used for? Pupil: To galvanize rubber. Biology Teacher: Diseases are sometimes spread by kissing. Boys: Say, girls, let’s try that experiment. Petersburg Tailor (after November 1st) : And the hip pockets, sir, what size shall I make them — pints or quarts?

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The Missile 13 IFrottt a CUrnaa Nurap Ypres, France, May 2, 1916. To the Editor of The Third Year Weekly News: Wishing to give you a true conception of the state of affairs now going on, I write you the following. It was almost night, but the roar of the cannon, the shouting of the officers, and the groans of the dying could all be heard, as they are heard every minute, nay, every sec- ond, throughout the whole day. I was sitting on a little camp-stool in one of the hospital camps, and was about to read a letter addressed to one of my patients, when a great thud, as if someone had fallen, drew my attention to the tent entrance; and there lay a young, dying soldier. I went to him immediately, and with hard drawn words he told me that his officer was wounded, and was in need of my atten- tion. He put his hand to his breast, indicating that something was there for me to get, and the next instant his glassy-fixed eyes were closed forever. War nurses should be accustomed to such scenes, but the youth of the boy and his awful death filled my heart with grief and my eyes with tears. I opened his coat, and from his pocket near his breast I took out two papers. One was a crumpled bit of paper, and had these words, “Come to me at once. — Captain Le Grand,” written in blood. The other was a sealed envelope, addressed to the commanding general. I immediately went to officer Le Grand, who was lying in a trench half dead. I got two men to take him to my tent, and after I had given him a stimulant, he told me, in a weak voice, that the sealed document was to be taken to the general. He then fell into an unconscious state. But how was I to send the document to the general ? Every man was needed in the trenches. The only thing to do was to go alone. I left my patients in charge of another nurse, mounted a horse, and flew like wind towards the general’s

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The MissHiE 15 Knronaifitrnrg It always is the way with me, That when I study more, Those old reports come in and show I’ve made less than before. I study up on history, And strive to make the mark; When test day rolls around, I find My mind is in the dark. Then on the other hand, when I Neglect my lessons most. Those teachers all, ’tis strange to say. My marks up higher post. Instead of reading Caesar’s Wars, I play ball at recess; And all in good time, on that day I’m laclring none the less. So if you please, take this from me. And never it forget; Just con your books and study if Low marks you wish to get. ■ — Anna P. Hobson, ’18. Hittlp Mt0B liridgpt Miss Bridget is an Irish lass. An Irish lass is she. And very full of Irish sass She always is to me. She is a little milk maid. And one milk cart has she; And also eggs just freshly laid She brings to sell to me. — Elizabeth Badger, ’18.