Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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A MfIEfrJ)Kf7C ESTHER JONES, ' 21. LOVELY red rose in a garden bloomed, In an old fashioned garden it grew, Where marigold, poppies, asters and pinks Grew alongside the wandering Jew ; But the rose held it ' s head aloof from the rest, Very proud and indignant was she To be placed in a garden with such homely flowers At the side of an ugly old tree. So she turned her face upward toward the blue sky, And lived in a world of her own, While the others grew round at the foot of the bush, And though hurt, left her all alone. But a sudden cloud rose one June afternoon. And the heavy drops beat on her face Till her petals dropped off. Soon forgotten was she And another rose bloomed in her place.

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Aunt Betsy appeared early Monday morning and asked Mrs. Landon to tell her how she liked the wedding. It was very nice indeed, Auntie, but what made it so late and why did the groom turn and twist so much? Aunt Betsy drew a deep sigh, then laughed heartily before replying, Why, Miss Jane, didn ' t you see my little boys back there sticMn ' pins in George Henry Edward? At the look of horror on her mistress ' face she added, ' ' Dey really didn ' t mean no harm, dey jest wanted to make him laugh. ' ' Now I ' ll tell you what made the weddin ' so late. Well, you know, Miss Jane, de best man done los ' his white gloves, an ' you know dey can ' t git mar- ried on one pair of white gloves. Well, you see, dat ' s what took up de time. I drove almos ' fifteen miles huntin ' dat boy a pair of gloves. Did you find any? inquired Mrs. Landon. Lawdy, no chile! ah didn ' t fin ' none anywhah ah drove to, but ah ' 11 tell you all what ah did. Ah had de groom to put his right han ' glove on and put his lef ' han ' in his pocket. Den ah had de bes ' man put de lef ' han ' glove on his right han ' an ' put his lef, han ' in his pocket an ' you couldn ' t tell de difference, could you, Miss Jane, now could you? LIFE L STELLA HELLEWELL, ' 22. IFE CAN be one grand sweet song If we keep on smiling; If we fight against the wrong And cease from all reviling. We can make life what we will. Scatter sunshine through it If we mean to climb a hill We can surely do it. Life can be one summer day If we face it squarely. Woe and care will flee away. Met by us most bravely. If we scatter gladness round Life is worth the living, Joy and happiness are found In hoping, loving, giving.

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EOEOIOO T ESTHER JONES, ' 21. HE SUN is sinking in the west, The birds are chattering in their nest, The day is almost done. A light breeze stirs the tree-tops high, Who answer with a long, soft sigh, And curt ' sy to the sun. The breeze now stirs the garden flowers, Carrying their perfume to the distant bowers, And all is calm and still. The sun ' s red tip sinks out of sight, While a bright star ushers in the night. Twinkling o ' er yonder hiU. The laborer from his work comes now, And the soft breeze cools his heated brow, So sweet and so caressing. He trudges on with home in mind, Where comfort he is sure to find, Along with God ' s own blessing.