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

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the rest of the backfield were familiar, and its only chance of success lay in deceiving the opponents. The ball was snapped, the quarter ran back a few steps, made a short pass to Drench, who in turn pased it to Dean, who then sped toward the right end of the line. The Hartford end leaped up at him but was disposed of by Drench. The goal-posts loomed far down the field, and tearing toward him came the heavy fullback Smith. The shouts grew so loud that they drowned all sounds of pursuit. Dean felt his strength giving away, but only ran the faster. W hen it seemed thai he could no longer escape him Dean dived to one side, half fell, recovered himself, and ran on, with the ball still safe. By this time the rest of the pursuers were almost at his side. Every second he imagined he felt a clutch on his arm, and every second he tho’t he must give up. Over the five-yard line he went, and at the same instant a hand tightened on his arm. But four more yards to go and he could feel the arms around his waist. Exerting himself still more, he dragged his tackier a few more strides and then threw himself on the ground, holding his arms out as far as he could, with the ball at the end of his fingers. It was over. The whole crowd seemed to go mad. Dorpe turned som- ersault after somersault, and those less gifted yelled what lit- tle voice they had left hoarse, and pounded each other blue. W hen they would have put Dean on their shoulders and carried him off the field, he broke away from them and ran to the dresing rooms, but soon reappeared. As he suspected Mr. Gavis made his way quickly to him, but before the principal could say anything Dean thrust a note into his hands. Mr. Gavis opened it and read : My dear Mr. Gavis. : Dean reported to me this morning after a three hours ' ride and took his examination, which I so unfortunately forgot to give him. lie surprised me by his sudden knowledge of the subject, and I am pleased to give him a mark of 95. Yours sincerely, F. J. GREEN. —MARY LOHRSTORFER, T6. 19

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Advice to Freshmen Now, children, this is purely a letter of advice to those who are contemplating a course in the hall of learning, com- monly called the high school. In the first place, the word is supposed to mean a place of more learning, but this word is frequently misconstrued, some people thinking that the high school is a fine place to pass away the time, playing foot ball and the like, thereby getting out of what is vulgarly called work. This is a misconception in the true sense of the word, as the aforesaid place is for the purpose of turning good ma- terial out of raw material. High school is divided into four branches, going by the names of freshmen, sophomores, juniors and seniors. Every student must start as a freshman and as soon as he has master- ed the delicate intricacies of the finer arts, he is promoted to the sophomore room where he has a chance to adopt the dress of the inhabitants therein and start getting acquainted with the opposite sex. At this time, the lure of the class room begins to fall away and it is now ' that he begins to in- troduce himself to what is known as the “Pony,” an American coined word meaning “helper.” The next period of suffering is in the realms of the junior class, when the student wears a superficial air, looks bored, is inclined to pessimism and has the art of bluffing to an excellent degree. This year serves as a reaction and in the senior year, he starts to gain in the pursuit of the elusive high marks and spends as high as fifteen minutes at a time mastering Latin verbs, accents of Chaucer, slang phrases, American history and the art of wearing red neckties. He graduates with the feeling that he is a man of the w ' orld and this lasts until he takes up business and learns that after all he is only like all the rest that have completed the course of learning. Now we shall take up the different studies and analyze them for your benefit. English is the main stay of the institu- 21