Phineas Banning High School - Pilot Wheel Yearbook (Wilmington, CA)

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THE TEACHER She was a teacher Very many years, He said to me, And if she Wearied Of the daily grind, We never knew, For she kept smiling- As school teachers do. And I cannot recall Just what she taught, Nor what her methods were That brought Achievement to us In that school of yore. It has been long- Those days are far behind 5 Dim is her face, Nor do I know The color of her eyes, her hair Nor Whether she was plain, Or passing fair, And though she stood each mornlng At the door, I cannot recollect A single dress she wore. But one thing lives,- A memory as radiant As the Sirius star That hangs beneath Orion On the wall of space, And takes its shining way Across the Winter sky,- A silver thread, That will, forevermore, In its pattern trace Upon the scroll of years As they unwind- The one thing I remember- She was kind! -Sarah Wilson M zdclleton l'i'0m llie Lliristinn Science Mriiitor. Tu

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FACULTY FUN As a special feature on this program I have arranged a showing of humorous incidents which occurred to our teachers. Before signalling the projection room, let me quote Mary Swift who remarked: The teachers, you know, are our scenarists, because they create all the scenes. On with the show! Patricia Groat Cchecking off papers for junior business train- ingj : Mrs. Grote, here's a paper with no name on it. Mrs. Grote fabsent-mindedlylz Whose is it? ' Mr. Van Zandt fto boy in classl: Take this note to your mother. It tells her that you have adenoids, and should be attended to at once. Next day the reply came back: I have licked Jimmy good for whatever he has did, and hope he won't be no more trouble. Mrs. Weiss flooking at paper from proud girll: I don't see how one person could make so many errors. Proud Girl: Oh, my father helped me with it. Mr. Hlelbach fteaching. his- toryj : Who was king of France during the revolution '? Thelma Lee: It was Louis the Thirteenth or Fourteenth or- well, he was in his teens, any- way. Irate Miss Climie fto big boy acting sillyj: Baby, you ought to bring your mama to school with you. Big Boy: Which mama ? Miss Sultan: Well, Mr. Van Zandt, how's the old grind after your South American trip ? Mr. Van Zandt: Do you refer to my wife ? Miss Hall Cto greedy, ill-man- nered luncherj : Sheldon, did you ever hear the old proverb, 'A bird in the hand is ill table man- ners .' Mr. Welch fquizzing young- sters on geographyl: What do you call the people of Poland? Eunice Whitney: Poles. Mr. Welch: And the people of Holland? Eunice Whitney: Well, er- how about Holes ? Mrs. Griffith fin an oratorical moodl : No, children, you get no sheepskin in the school of experi- ence. Ernie Gill: Naw, you just get your own removed. Mrs. Marks was revising the address on Carl Davenport's card for the third time that semester. She: You move rather fre- quently, don't you? Say, my family moves Carl: so often that every time our chick- ens see a moving van they cross their own feet and wait to be tied. i Mr. Riffenburg Qto journalism classj : Have we any more sweat shops today ? Edythe Woods: Please, teach- er, how about the Turkish bath? Mrs. Van Zandt: My name be- fore I was married was Hilda Mutton. While in training school I was assigned to teach a first grade. I approached it in fear and trembling, saying, 'Good morning, children. I am your new'art teacher, and my name is Miss Mutton.' A tow-headed cher- ub arose solemnly and greeted me with: 'Mutton, mutton, mutt, you great big muttl' I leave the rest to your imagination. Page Elcwn

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