Remington High School - Mirror Yearbook (Remington, IN)

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The! Mirror y 41 O, we couldn't do without him, this 'lim Hawkins man of ours. NYhy he even plants our school yard full tv' pretty kinds o' flowers. An' when he rings th' fire gong, we jist step along so spry, An' don't act smart er cutie, 'cause we know that won't get by. One time he made a music box without a bit o' fuss, An' called it Hawkinola, an' played a tune fer ns. But wunst he clumb a ladder. to paint an' tix about. An' fell an' broke his arm because 'lim Hawkins didn't watch out. slim Hawkins ain't no beauty. but his heart's as- good as gold. He allus has a grin fer us, an' never seems to scold. One time he ketched a awful cold: we thought it was th' flu, An' fer three days he stayed to home. My! but we did feel blue. An' lots o' times when we are late, why he'll jist ring an' ring Until we're all inside th' door-he's good ez any thing! If we git to th' pearly gates, when Saint Peter ain't about, I spec's there'll be ,lim Hawkins. a standin'-watchin' out. main 9678 It is a depressing sensation to be in a big city, a stranger, with not a friend among the thousands that throng the streets, battle in the business world, take in amusements or sit around the steam radiator of their city homes. That gnawing feeling at the heart is worse than any other sickness under the sun. That is just what was ailing Leo Colbert as he sat before the smoldering grate tire in his newly acquired suite at the largest hotel in the city. Oh, yes, he had won success, he was far on the road to fame and fortune. Somehow as he sat thinking it over, the glamour of it all faded. What was success after all? NYasn't I much happier among my friends back home with a salary half the size of my present one? he mumbled to himself. Then the germs of homesickness got at their real work. He was strong for it, and the fighting Colbert blood won out. I-Ie would make the best of it, you bet he would! Surely in that big city there was someone he knew, someone with a cheery word of welcome and an outstretched hand of friend- ship. . XVhat would I give to go to the telephone and call Main 9678, and hear my sister's voice answer! But that number is in another city many miles away, he muttered, too far to get a speedy long distance message through. Is there a Main 9678 in this city? For the lack of something else to do he went to the telephone and tried l I l l l l

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40 The Mirror . . i , 1 i it lll Eim Ziaatnkins Mister 'limmie Hawkins 's come to our school house to stay, An' gather up th' paper, an' build th' fires each day, An' shoo th' Freshmen oft the steps, an' ring th' bells, an' sweep. An' dust th' desks, an' clean th' hoarrls, an' all th' shop tools keep. An' all th' little country kids, when their noon lunch is done, They set aroun' th' eighth-grade room an' has th' leastest fun: An' dassent go outside th' door, to throw the chalk an' shout: Fer 'lim Hawkins 'll git 'em, if they don't watch outl He comes over in th' mornin', before there's any day, An' gits th' school house nice an' warm, while we're still in th' hay. An' 'nen a little after eight he sounds th' lirst alarm, An' all us kids we hike fer school: it has a awful charm. An' 'nen he pulls th' rope aging that makes us march along, 'Cause in a haf a minnet, he'll ring th' tardy gong. An' them what comes in later, better watch what they're about, Fer Jim Hawkins 'll git 'em, if they don't watch outl 'Xen when he's fixed his tires agin, he helps th' shop boys work, A-Xu' ties their fingers when -they're cut, an' sees the kids don't shirk. An' if he's ever hungry, he knows jist where to go: Th' cookin' room is near his shop, an' th' class all likes him so, 'Cause he's th' one what ketches mice in traps he's set around, And maybe saves their life, you know, from some big mouse-bloodhound An' feeds him with their cookin', 'till he 'most has got th' gout: An' their pies 'll git Jim Hawkins. if he don't watch out! 1 V ll ll l l lli J'il'llll1'lll

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