Rupert High School - Comet Yearbook (Rupert, ID)

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R. H. S. THE COMET 1 9 2 3 ' FAIR VANITY . I just a swish of the brush and a coat of fresh paint, Wliy, it makes a girl darn near like what she Maint . Now just think, my good man, ofthe fix we'd be in If we'd p'rade 'round the town with a well lathered chin! Why, the girls they'd draw back and be swooned from their feet - just to see a man shave right up town on the Stl fret! But you know, my good man, held his toilet to make, So he did it like giils and no rules did he break. For you see its no matter just where they do be, Its OK, my good friend, if they paint where you see., Its the way of the band, not the will of the one, You just do what you please, just as long as its fun. Yes, a layer of dust and a coat of nice paint, ' Why, its bound to make girls look just like what they Maint . -Frank Watson '23. JUST A JUNIOR In memory of that time, K Oh, it was long ago, I took the nicest girl I knew Unto the picture show. I had no etiquette And tho, she did her best, I made an awful mess of things And you-can guess the rest. Next morning at our school I surely got my share I was exposed before my class, Do you thing that was fair? They tho't my goose was cooked. 'Twis quite the other way, But I had better say no more- I'll tell some other day. So if you're young and small, And don't know how to start, just come to me to get advice And I will do my part. -Norman Reidesal '24, Page Eighty

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R.H.S. THE' COMET 1 9 2 3 OUR POETS A POETICAL TRANSLATION Swiftly then Gossip goes forth with her scandalous tales of poor Dido- Gossip, the swiftest of all with her gigantic strides o'er the kingdom 3 Small at the first by her fear she raises herself in her daring- Gossip, the last of Earth's children, a child born to anger the godheads. Horrible monster was she, with eyes in her pinions as many as - Feathers there were on her body, all watching so closely and keenly, Tongues just as many and mouths scheeching loudly, O, marvelous story! Ears pricked up as she flies 'tween the sky and the earth in the darkness, Never does Gossip in sleep close her eyes but as sentinel, wakeful Sits on the housetops or turrets and frightens the cities with stories. False' with the truth, things done and not done, she mingles together. Now to Aeneas and beautiful Dido the tell-tale come lurking- Kingdoms neglected by lovers so heedless of winter now raggingf Eagerly Gossip did scatter this over the kings of Libya, This to larbas, the furious lover of Dido, she carried. He then, inflamed by report, taunts the father of gods in his temple. --Translated by Aline Greer from Book IV of the Aeneid. HUMILIATHA A Then the trembling English student, Passed on to the awful class room. To the room of recitation With his gaze cast downward passed he, -There he sat with fear and trembling, Vowing in the future always To remember written lessons And to kill procrastination, 4 The next time she crept upon him. Thus he sat and vowed sincerely Till the teacher in inquiry Cast his questioning glance upon him And the blood flowed ever upward, Till as bashful maiden blushed he. When the disgraced English student, Passed forth from the awful class room Shame was. written on his features: Shame and sad humiliation, As with gaze cast downward, passed he. W -Clifford Nutting. Page Seventy-Nine

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R. H. S. THE COMET 1 9 2 3 BILL HENSC'HIED'S DREAM Bill , cried a voice what was freezing and keen Wl1ere did you say Helen J. was last seen ? Bill, with a look of anxiety and fear- I know nothing of what became of my dearf' You are good, said the voice, to sit here and stare, VVhile your Helen may now be in great dispair, I will find her, cried Bill, as he burst 'from school, Even tho' I loose life in a hard fought duel.', Bill hit the table in Physics that day, As he awoke from his dream and it's hard to say just how T. W. took his dream of romance For he said, Bill I've been looking for an awful good chance, To let Mr. Tweedy tell you just how much teachers despise, Boys that sit dreaming and are in studies not wise. VVilliam Markland '24. Page Eighty-One