Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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fluons FRANCIS EUDALT, ' 23. THE sun to rest sinks in the west, The end of a day is near ; A lonely thrush sings in a bush Whose leaves are brown and sear. The sky o ' erhead is gold and red, A wedge of geese goes o ' er; The autum leaves fall off the trees And cover the forest floor. There is a nook beside the brook, A bit of beauty rare, That thrills the heart and makes one start, When one comes on it there. The slender trees, the autumn leaves, The ferns beside the stream, The marvelous sky stained with God ' s dye Appear as in a dream. The days go on; the beauty ' s gone From the trees and the woods and the hill. Soft falls the snow and the cold winds blow; The voice of the thrush is still. But God is not gone ; his work is not done, On the trees or the hill or the wood, He only doth rest, He knoweth best That the world will go on as it should.

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You prayed too hard, replied Mrs. Gorgan. Mr. Gorgan, who had spent the evening before in town, came slowly into the room. He gave one look at the window, fell back, and made a dash for the door. Where on earth are you going, now? asked his wife. To Father Cassidy, to make a pledge, he answered. Things keep a ' gitten ' bigger and bigger and now I ' m seein ' unicorns. rHE RIflbW5 G MATHILDE KESSLER, ' 22. IVE me the welcomin ' han ' , Ah — Melicans, welcome me — do! I come far away to this Ian ' To begin life afresh, life anew. Don ' laugh at ma funny ole face! I know these clothes — they all queah, But — gie me the welcomin ' hand, Instead of that laugh, and a jeer! Ah come heah to work an ' to live, In this Ian ' of ma long-ago dreams, So — gie me the welcomin ' hand, A regula ' smile full o ' beams. Ah, Melicans surely are happy, Now— make me a happy one, too ; Oh — gie me the welcomin ' hand, Oh, Melicans ! welcome me — do !

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wt GOLDm afuywmw EMALYN COLLINS, ' 22. ICHARD Barnstone rose as usual on this October morning, had breakfast with his wife and little son, Dick, and left for the office with his customary cheerfulness. In the morning mail, he received an invitation to lunch from Mr. David Grenvil, who stated that he wanted to see Mr. Barnstone on business. Richard was perplexed and at the same time a little flattered to think that the senior partner of the great company of Grenvil-Parker would ask him to lunch. The more he thought of it, the more perplexed his mind became and when he left the office at noon on his way to lunch with the noted Mr. Grenvil, he was in a state of great anxiety. Now, Richard was merely an under-secretary in the head office of the firm which was a bitter rival of the Grenvil-Parker establishment. Nevertheless, when a meeting of importance was called, Barnstone was generally included among those present, and his opinion in serious matters was by no means disregarded. He was recognized as a man of sane judgment and high ambitions, mingled with the courage and confidence of youth. It was in vain that Richard wondered what Grenvil could want with him and what the important business was that he wished to discuss. On arriving at the club, he was met by Mr. David Grenvil, a small nervous man, who, after few preliminaries stated his business. He began by tactfully ridiculing Richard ' s present salary, which Richard had to admit was only moderate, even though it had been large enough to support himself, his wife and son, Dickie, and to a afford a small bank account which he hoped some day would be large enough to give Dickie a fine education. His highest ambition and goal was to educate his son and to give him every advantage that was in his power. As these thoughts were going through his mind, Mr. Grenvil continued. It ' s preposterous, thumping the floor with his cane, to think that a fine young man of 3 our experience and knowledge should stay in that office, receiving a meager sum of one hundred and fifty dollars a month! A man of your ambition and high ideals ought to be getting five hundred a month and I am here to offer it to you! Richard listened, attentive yet doubtful, expectant but hesitating. Five hundred dollars per month would increase that little bank account much beyond Richard ' s expectations.