Salem High School - Lyon Yearbook (Salem, IN)

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Z-X ly 'KYON' ,l ll-ls Hats Off! The Faculty Is Passing By If sometime you chance to meet Walking down old Water Street With a look both good and kind One that now is hard to find, With his glasses on or off And he greets you with a coug.h Looks just like his father's son That is N. F. Hutchinson. Then there comes another mnan Walking fast as best he can Has so very much to do Yet he's time to speak to you, He is principal, you know That is why he hurries so Toward the Quaker Faith he looks He's our kind friend Mr. Brooks. With a light and springy step And a nature full of pep Then Miss VanCleave passes 'by Oh loved of all, I wonder why? Dear Miss Hester passes next Thinking of some Latin text, She is quick but small and frail Her eyes shine like a comet's tail. Wlt.h his hammer and his saw And a rule to lay the law Mr. Davis comes in line, Oh! they say he's liked just ilne. By and by there hoves in sight Flossie Morris and Miss Wrig.ht Like two sisters they appear Where there's one the other's near. See Miss Houston over there She is fairest of the fair. You should see her lingers fly When a typewriter is nigh. Miss Purlee is coming, too: She is jolly, kind and true, That's Miss Lewis, sure 'nough frie She will help you to the end. If you fail, pray take the blame Do not add it to her name. Mr. Hughes has come in sight, He calls the roll to get things right One day he'll frown, another smile And asks big questions all the while. nd Wit.h her secpter in her hand And whole no-tes at her command Juby Riester comes along Humming 'neath her breath a song. Hark! I think I hear a Ford Must be S.hively's little gourd. He is jolly, I've heard say Makes a joke of every day. There's Miss Watson and Miss Troth Mutt and Jeff we'll call them both, Domestic Science and Hygiene History too, may here be seen. Down the sidewalk comes another Mrs. Phillips and no other. I ittle Ralph runs by her side And learns how ants are classified. Then Miss Holtzman, that is all She wasn't here you know last fall But since more Freshmen have come She has to .help them to begin. D'd I say all? Ah, no there's one. They call hivm 'Porter just for fun, He teaches patience to us all During winter, spring and fall- He it is who sweeps the doors Opens up and locks the doors. Now to our faculty adieu, Her hair is black, .her eyes are brown, She'll show a smile but not a frown. In years to come we'll think Of YOU- llhzge sixty-thrcej in

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A-ti-In if 'LY N' Xl A Doleful Tradgedy A flea upon an inkwell climbed one day, Just to see what he could flnd that way. And looking down, -much to his distress, He saw another flea in that awful mess. Having the He grasped Taking .the To the flea valor of his tribe, a string and around him tied. other end he flung it down, The flea in And climbing up it he made it swing. And it was all the other flea would possibly do, To keep from falling into the inkwell too. the inkwell grasped the string, NVhen the flea came out all shiny and black, other laughed himself almost to death in his made the black flea very mad he called the other a brute and a cad. The This And And And now the laughing flea became angry too, they fought as only fleas can do. T.hey fought and fought until bo-th fleas were dead And with my tale of nonsense said, I bid adieu. which he thlought was about to drown. track CHARLES DALTON A Portrait She s very like those saints with wondering eyes, Grave childlike lips and veiled tresses quaint The dead Italian monks so loved to paint Against the background of their sea-blue skies, St Catherine or St. Barbara, fair and wise, Or gentle Virgin with a little, faint sad smile, folded as in plaint Against her lofty throne in Paradise I think she should be framed in ancient gold Among white lilies, and child angels clad In blue and scarlet, chanting hymns sublime, For our new bustling world she is too old, Too quiet and too innocently glad? lt was .her right to live in Petrach's time! fPage sixty-twoj and hands, meek

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9 -4. -fi-In s- Q lu YO sl Autobiography of a Book The last rays of a winter's sun came through the windows of an eighteenth century library. They stretched across the floor and laid warm hands on many a volurie now forgotten by us. At last its cheerful rays fell upon a dusty little book in a dusty little cover. Hello there, cried the little book. Good evening, responded the sun, warmly. I don't remefnber of having scen you before. No, replied the book, you have of- tcn come near me but never quite touch- ed me. B-ack in this little corner I am often forgotten. You do, indeed, appear forgotten. Would you mind telling nie about your- self? Well, I'm not given much to talking about myself but I will tell you all I know because you seem friendly. The very first thing I remember was seeing a black girl, her name was Phil- lis Wheatley, bending over a piece of paper and as she worked, it became me. Many people used to look at me and make all kinds of exclamations as if they were surprised. After that I was taken to a printing press and when I came out I was so different. They Great was the excitement among the 'members of the Senior Class, of the Brontz Manual High School. A notice had been posted that -all who wished to have a try-out for the class play should meet in Tower Hall the following night. All day, small groups of Seniors might have been observed talking excitedly and if looking glasses could tell tales, they would probably,have told of many strange expressions being tried out be- fore them that night. brought me to this .housethen and plac- ed me on a prominent shelf. For a time everyone, almost, it seemed. came to look at and read me. Gradually more and prettier books were brought in and they kept scooting me over every time. Nobody hardly came to read me then. Not very long ago a strange man came and hunted me up. The librarian wiped the dust off my back and the man took me over by the window to read. The first poem he looked at and then he turn ed away with a frown. He turned to the one Imagination next and the frown deepened. Then he closed me with a bang and muttered something about I thought they would be about Africa but its just stuff like the rest! I didn't know what Africa and the rest meant but it made me feel like I wouldn't live long. I am just left now with a few other old books and that is all I know. 'Tm sorry, said the sun, but I must go now. I'll see you again tomorrow. Lower and lower it sank and the shad ows on the books ill the eighteenth cen- tury library became longer and longer until darkness enveloped them all. Olive Chambers Act W'ell Your Part Practically everyone thought that Robert Patterson, a boy who had recent- ly entered school there would get the leading part because he was popular, good-looking and a born mimic. Some thought that Phyllis Thornton, the class beauty, was sure to get t.he part oppo- site him, while others were equally cer- tain that Marjorie Ferris, a general favorite, would be the lucky one. After the try-out, the students still were divided in their opinion. L'Page sixty-fourfl