Port Huron High School - Student Yearbook (Port Huron, MI)

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THE TIME OF JOY If, in the records of distant ages, Or in the life of the present day, Or thru the veil of the misty future, With zeal and with courage undaunted we look, Seeking and hunting in all the world wide The time that great joy to most doth bring, Gladness and peace and great hope to mankind, Time and all History these words will sing: Joy to most men comes on Christmas Day, Joyous, merry, happy, Christmas Day ! Then thru the clouds of the thousand ages, Then shines the sun of a perfect day; Then thru the storms of the living people Comes there a pause in the work or play. Peaceful and joyful in all our hearts wide, The day we discover most joyous to man, And ever to men seeking the day of great joy, Time and all History these words will sing: Joy to most men comes on Christmas Day, Joyous, merry, happy, Christmas Day! —GRACE DONALDSON, ’17. Tourist (at Rritii h Museum) — “Have you no skull of Cromwell ?” Guide — “No, sir ’ Tourist — “How very queer, there is a tine one at Oxford.” “How can I keep my feet from going to sleep ?” “Don’t let them turn in.” Freshman — “Say, I wonder how the deaf mutes would know when there was a tire in their school?” Carl Smith — “Why they would ring the dumb-bells, of course !” 10

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MELVIN J. MYERS V V • N appreciation of his friendship and untiring efforts with our athletic teams; and because we hcpe this will in a meager way express our good wishes for him, this took is dedicated.

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Illusions of a Freshman by One Who Knows or the Fable of the Guy Who Saw the Light Too Late Once upon a Time there lived a Guy in that great north central Metropolis called Greenville, who, upon graduating from the eighth grade came to the conclusion that life in the Suburbs was a Beastly Bore and that a year or two of High School Life in the city would be an excellent rest cure, to say nothing of its Social Advantages. In view of this, the Summer months found him in the Central Pharmacy dishing out Chocolate Sundaes to the Frivolous and Fastidious of Greenville in order that he might Purchase and Flourish a greater number of hopelessly brilliant neckties than any of his future class mates. The month of September saw him luxuriously establish- ed in his palatial suite of two cells and bath at the Y. M. C. A. The next day he enrolled at school. Now this Freshman had his own ideas as to the efficacy of Work as a cure for all ills. His Conception of the Horny Hands of Toil was a calloused Thumb from turning the pages of his guide, mentor and vade mecum, the “Cosmo ' As a Lily of the field he Toiled not, neither did he Spin, He shied from Labor like Water on a Duck’s back and when ever he Found himself Scheduled for anything requiring an out put of Effort on his part, he beat a Strategic retreat that would have made a Russian general in the Early days of the War green with Professional envy. The energy he spent in avoiding Anything that had even the Outward Appearance of Work would have enabled a teacher of geometry to make her Junior Class understand the forty-seventh problem of Euclid with out more than six ex- planations and a sledge hammer. He was a living example of the Principle of the conservation of Energy. And as he Ambled aimlessly down the Primrose path of Least Resistance he fail- ed to notice that it always led Down Hill. ii