Roanoke High School - Acorns Yearbook (Roanoke, VA)

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144m Qtcurns of iiturrnnke 1917 side which would have hurled him into a yawning chasm called Matrimony. At this time an old friend, Bachelor, told him of his mistake and Studious came back into the road of Knowledge. l-le now started through the paths of the University. They were almost indistinguishable among the tall trees. The guards along the way gave meager directions. But Studious was filled with enthusiasm and followed his nose. He commenced with nature and studied the plants and animals not for their organic relations but their community life. He wrote his treatise on Ancient Greek Cavo-relievo. Then the mark on his forehead was changed to M. A. The rest of the journey was up a twisting and winding trail. The goal was in plain sight but could only be obtained by persistent climbing. Many perished by the wayside. Immediately Studious clothed himself in a flowing Cape of Poetry and spread it in the Breezes. These Breezes were called Editors and the fiercer ones, Critics, They would tear any weak fabric from the backs of the struggling authors and hurl them into Cblivion. But in attempting to pull Studiousis cape from him, a Wind Critic carried him through the air and despairingly dropped him. To his great amazement Studious fell, unhurt, right on top of Mt. Success. I-le declared to the ad- miring World that it was a Windfall. joHN KENNETT, '17, Toast to the 1918 Class Class of Eighteen, here's to you! We know you're great, we know you're trueg The road to real success we've tried to pave, For soon the Senior Hag o'er you shall wave. Oh! Juniors, workiyou'll have next fall, But try your best to do it all. Whate,er you say or do, don't dare forget That Seventeen Class, in heart, is with you yet. T. HAMERSLY, 'l7.

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