Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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SESSCfetofl And oh. how quickly passed the hours, The rooms had seen no change, The self-same vases held the flowers; But the teachers were all strange. The scholars seemed as happy, then, As the boys and girls, today; They talked of games to lose and win, In the self-same youthful way. They talked of Math and Botany, They laughed at foolish pranks; They stumbled through Geometry To find the depth of tanks. And all too soon I saw them go Out through the dear old door; As some will leave that I now know, And leave, to come no more. And all alone I wandered through The corridors and halls; A thousand mem ' ries came anew, And I stared at the walls. Soon to the study room I came, I found it full of ghosts; And I heard through the silence ' s reign The noise of the Dead Hosts. And through the quietude, so mild, The voice of Shields High spoke: ' 0, welcome home, my wand ' ring child, Your step my echoes woke. many have come through my door For a blessing and caress; 1 loved some less, I loved some more, But yours I loved the best. So many of you trod my halls, So few are now alive; I loved you better than my walls, My Class of Twenty-five. $ r Ai$-AiQ

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:.dSJ£5j5JIMWS :w The Mad Tea Party Alice Cobb, ' 26. By George Elliott (with profue apologies to G. E.) DEAR! dear, it ' s such a responsibility to be an author. I wouldn ' t mind writing books so much, but my greatest worry is being a member of the Author ' s Society — such a stupid name but we simply couldn ' t agree on anything else. There were ever so many suggestions. Mr. Shakespeare thought the ' ' Romeo Society would be nice, but Mr. Dickens said that was entirely too sentimental and suggested the Copperfield Club. ' ' I couldn ' t bear that and much preferred The Silas Marner Association, but Mr. Longfellow — men are so utterly ridiculous — said it wouldn ' t do at all, and the egotistical creature had the nerve to suggest Mournful Numbers Circle. Mr. Riley had the audacity to say that Raggedy Man Literary Club would be fine. These Americans are simply unspeakable. This led to further discussion, Lord Byron suggesting the Childe Harold or Children Harold which sounded much too juvenile and Mr. Shelley The Sky Larks or Bird Thou Never Wert. However, I nearly forgot. The Society met here this afternoon and I declare I never was so excited since Adam Bede came out. In the first place th time was set for three o ' clock and I had hardly finished lunch when Mr. Tenny- son marched in shouting. Half a League, Half a League. Half a League On- ward. ' ' Why, Mr. Tennyson, I cried, You are early. Madam, he said earnestly, I am the soul of promptness. Then Mr. and Mrs. Browning drove up and I hurried out to greet them. Mrs. Browning is lovely and I like her much better than Jane Austin. Jane won ' t speak to me since I told her Pride and Prejudice was absurd and unbearably stupid. And she ' s so horrid about Mill on the Floss. Mr. Browning immediately began a discussion about the location of Hamlin Town. He is perfectly sure it is in Brunswick but I ' m certain it is somewhere in Australia. Mr. Wordsworth and Mr. Shakespeare came next and John Keats a little later. Mr. Wordsworth doesn ' t get along with Johnnie Keats at all and they do have awful arguments. John is merely a boy and I hardly think it ' s fair for Mr. Wordsworth to take advantage of his youth to propound all his simplic- ity nature logic. ' ' He always keeps quiet when Lord Byron is around I notice. I usually take Johnnie out in the kitchen and give him a piece of bread and butter to keep him quiet. He ' s such a precocious child. I had a candy rabbit for him today and he was simply delighted. A thing of beauty, dear lady,