Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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Diary of a Pair of Slippers Dorothy Brown, ' 28. January 31. 1925. Dear Kids : I am a pair of tan alligator leather slippers, with one ankle strap and low heels. Aimee just went down to the shoe store last evening and bought me to wear to school. She is a busy Senior, and I like to serve her. This morning I went to a Bible exercise in the assembly room. There were so many people there that I got terribly dizzy and nearly fainted. I got stepped on only about ten times and once Aimee yelled, ' ' Ouch ! my toe ! ' ' Next I went to history. Aimee didn ' t have all of her lesson and the teacher gave her an awful bawling out. Gee! it made me mad! I wish Aimee would have let me kick the teacher. I asked her to. but I guess she didn ' t hear me. The third period I went to the assembly room because Aimee had a study period. I didn ' t do much. Part of the time I sat on the floor, but most of the time I conveyed messages to Aimee ' a friends. The fourth peroid we went to a place where I didn ' t seem to get things clear. The class went to the board and drew queer little figures without any amis or legs I heard Aimee say gee -er something, but I didn ' t hear the rest. At the end of the fourth period a bell rang so loudly that it nearly made my head ache. It meant time to go home. I took Aimee home and sat under the table while she ate her dinner. My. but I was glad to get to rest ! At fifteen minutes till one we went back to school. The girls spied me and talked so much about my good looks that I blushed. Gracious, but T was em- ha-rvussed ! One girl anirl tn Aimee, How much? ' ' Eight. replied Aimee. Oh, I meant the price, not the size. said the girl. That made me angry, for I am only size four. In the afternoon I went to Latin and English, but I didn ' t get much out of the former because the teacher and pupils talked so funny. It sounded very much like the talk of the foreigners who worked in the factory where I was made. At fifteen after three, we went to the Sparta and then we went home. That evening I took Aimee to a movie. Just before we went in. Aimee took a little silver vanity case out of her pocket and put some pink stuff on her

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--▼5LW Minerva M IXERYA ! Goddess of Wisdom, Olympia ' s daughter and pride. Heiress of ages and nations and peoples. Loved by a race which has lived and died! .Minerva ! Can you recall the time When the banners of Rome were unfurl ' d Toward East and West, o ' er land and sea. Rome, mistress of the world ? Oh ! You were these. Do you recall Great Caesar, whose deeds still glow In the yellow ' d pages of history. Nearly forgotten — so long ago ? And do you remember how he fell? How the statue of Pompey bled ! And that day in hist ' ry is crimson With the blood that Caesar shed. And do you remember the golden age Of knowledge and beauty and power When the marble city, silvery white Above the world did tower In the moonlight? Minerva, think again. Lovely and marble and white — We caught our breath — how it gleamed and shone! Rome, on a moonlit night. And we stand here now when the wrecks of time Have made her a ruined city. But the moon still glows and Rome still gleams. And our hearts are moved with pity; For only in memory still remains. Minerva, in yours and mine. The pride of a city, a race long dead. Which never again shall shine. Rome fell, ah ages and ages atro. It ' s an ancient forgotten story. But Minerva, you and I recall The days of her golden glory. Alice Cobb. ' 26.

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nose. It spilled down the front of her dress and fell on me, quite spoiling my appearance. I was so angry that I pinched Aimee ' s feet all evening. Do you blame me? At nine o ' clock we went home. I sat in a dark clothespress all night and rested. Thus ended my first day. April 20, 1925. 1 have not been writing regularly at all. I quite forgot my diary. I am not as pretty as I used to be. Oh, well, one must get old, I guess. School is the same every day and I get tired of it. I go up stairs and downstairs all day long. Today the ' ' gee ' ' teacher made Aimee go to the office because she was eating candy. I didn ' t take her very fast. I just dragged aci oss the floor and the teacher yelled. Make it snappy! May 29, 1925. Really. 1 ' m back so much in my accounts that 1 ' m ashamed. Today I come to say farewell, and tell you a very sad story. I am now five months old and a tiny hole is appearing in my toe. No wonder, though, because Aimee slides down the narrow margin at the sides of the steps when the teachers aren ' t looking. I have been polished so much that I don ' t shine any more. I heard Aimee ' s mother tell her to go to the shoe store this evening and get some new slippers, so I guess I ' m done for. My life has been short and sweet. Farwell, cruel world ! Yours truly, The Remains of a Pair of Slippers. « ; ♦ ; $