Petersburg High School - Missile Yearbook (Petersburg, VA)

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16 The Missile A mule’B Hamrnt Whenever nations go to war, At once they think of me; They send their buyers from afar, And take me o’er the sea. They make me pull their wagon loads Of murderous shot and shell; And if I balk a soldier goads Me in the flank like — Oh, well ! What do I can for England or For France or Germany? And what should I be fighting for When I’ve no sympathy? I’m kicking to get home again, On old Missouri soil. Where I can live at peace with men, And feed well for my toil. If you paddled over a dam safely, you’d naturally say, “I got over that dam easy.” Whose Notes Have You? Lives of Seniors all remind us. That we must try to do our best, And departing leave behind us Note books that will help the rest. Conjugating. Kiddo — Kiddere — Kissimi — Kissus.

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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.

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The MissHiE 17 luU-figi;tiiig in Hpxtrn F popularity is to b e judged by the amount of patronage, then the bull-fight is the most popular amusement in Mexico today. N oth- ing so fills the heart of a Mexican with joy as a Sunday bull-fight. As an amusement, the bull-fight is the exclusive property of the Spaniard; it originated in Spain and has never spread be- yond the limits of Spanish conquest. The killing of bulls is a science and there are many diflerent schools which have been founded by great masters. A renowned “Matador” re- ceives as much attention as the champion prize fighter in English speaking countries today. The bull-fight is a tragedy in three acts. The first scene is an exciting one and there is a tension of the nerves in anticipation of what is to come. The band plays and if there is any delay, thousands of impatient spectators will shout and yell themselves hoarse. The president for the occasion and his companions take their seats, and the gates are then thrown open. A gaily dressed horseman appears and asks permission to kill the bull. This being granted, the president tosses him the key to the bull-pen. The gate opens again and a gay company of bull-fighters, arrayed in costumes of red, yellow, green, and blue silks, appear. The door through which the bull enters is unlocked, and with a flourish of trumpets the fight begins. The bull, furious with rage and trembling in every limb, rushes out of a dark stall into the dazzling light. As he enters, his shoulder is pierced by a barbed steel hook, which so enrages him that he paws the earth, tosses the dust over his back, and bellows his defiance. Around him in the ring are men with red capes, called capa- dores, and men on horse back armed with lances. These sit motionless as statues upon their steeds that are blind-folded ready for the sacrifice. After a moment of uncertainty, the bull dashes either at a capador or a picador. The picador leaps nimbly over the enclosure, leaving the bull more furious