St Simon High School - Corolla Yearbook (Ludington, MI)

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COMMERCIAL ROOM Answers to Correspondents Anxious One -Yos, Anxious 0116 it is lwttcl' to liuvv your It-sson pr'cparvcl bcforv the class ussvlnblvs to rr-cite. Tha' f02lCllt'l'S PI'l'fl'l' it and it givos you more freo time aftcr school. Spendthrift -Yes. Spvarmint is just about as good il grzulv ol' gum us can be houghtg but for school use you might just as well buy 21. clwzxpvi- kind. as it goes to the wastc-lmskct anyway. Bookworm -You nvglcctvd to state- what your favorite class ol' litvrn- Turv but I should think any magazinv could bo road in school with santa-ty. if you would sch-ct one with not too bright ax cover: or clsu tour tho covcr off. as it will not bv so liablc to attract the fl-'2lClll'1'iS attcntion. Photograpllcl' Ctziking class picturv of Seniorsl-Now l'd likm- to lluvv you at your work and just as natural as possiblcg some studying, sonu- rvzul- ing, etc. fS01l1l' one in back of roonil-Mary, you talk. B1Ell'g'3I'l'tfi wonder why the Juniors did11 't want to tnkv flicvro? Lucilc-Oh, tlwy'1'v too lively to study Lating it's at dead lilllgllilgtl, you know.

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AN APOLOGY FOR THE FRESI-IMEN After beholding with pity and compassion the many trials a11d tribula- tions of the Freshman class, the Seniors feel that at last it is their duty to say a few words in their behalf, so they have asked me to write a brief apology for the many blunders and mistakes made in the last few months by the poor, innocent and inexperienced ninth graders. It must be remem- bered, you know, that upon entering high school they were cast upon an entirely new shore and like immigrants in a strange country, the scenes and faces were entirely new, the laws were of a diiferent nature and even the language could hardly be understood by them. At intervals of what seemed to them to be about five minutes the gong would ring with such a clang that they would jump from their seats i11 fear and terror, glad only to follow in any way possible. the older members who were going to their classes. Upon leaving the assembly room a new difficulty now arose-where were they to go? They knew they were now to recite to a different teacher, but which one? Into what room? The only thing to do is to ask some one, so turning to the next one they inquire only to find that he takes an entirely didercnt course and is going to a class which the Freshmen never heard of before. Not only leaving the assembly room is puzzling but to return to it must be even worse, for upon one occasion while I was passing through the hall I glanced into the library. 'There the most pitiful sight met my eyes. One of the ninth grade girls was weeping bitterly. I asked her if she were ill, hut she shook her head. I then said kindly: Did you get a scolding? No, Well, I said. what is the matter? I can't find the assembly hall. she sobbed, Hand my books are all in there. Well, the only thing I could do was to take her and lead her to the door. I guess Sister showed her where her seat was. These and hundreds of other things show how hard it must be for those little ones who are just entering high school. Although it has been many years since I was a Freshman, still I look back with amusement upon the time I first entered this great realm of learning and in what bewilderment I passed the first few months. So if the older members will only try to look with compassion upon their blunders and faults and treat them kindly be- cause, after all, as Father Faber says, Kindness has converted more sin- ners than either zeal. eloquence, or learning. And who knows what talent lies hidden under all their awkwardness. So, Freshmen, take courage by the example of the Seniors, and maybe some day one of you will be President of the United States. E. N.'l6. There was a little Earl He had no little curl To hang right down on his forehead. He wasn't very bad But this is what's sad- Wlien he tried to be good, he grew morbid. Ray-Cin laboratoryl Wl16T8,S ethyl? Ernest-Ceagerlyj Ethel who? Ray-Oh, ethyl alcohol.

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Father fgiving Revolutionary war Will-I wasnit Charge of the Green Brigade Teachers at right of them, Teachers at left of them, Pastor in front of them Volley 'd and thunder 'd g Stormed at with tongue and bell Up to the front they towed Up to the front they strode, Strode all the poor Freshmen. Flushed were their faces red, Flushed as they raised their head, Stumbling with feet of lead, Answering the questions, while All the school wondered. Theirs slow to make reply, Theirs not to think, but try, Theirs but to wonder why, Credits must thus be earned By all the Freshmen. out report cardsl-When was the signed? here that day, Father. Lament of a, Junior I wish I were a Senior, Treaty of Peace for the And soared on heights sublime. I'd never have to study, Nor come to school on time. I Whenever I felt inclined, I And never pay a tine. I could loiter in the library, Or stroll down to the gym: I lt would not be a sin. could whisper to my neighbors, could leave the wardrobes open, could turn on all the electric lights- I wouldn't have to wash the boards For fear my hands I'd soilg could keep at distance sure and From anything like toil. I I know I can 't be a ruler, A princess or a queen- It's out of style to be a fairy safe And dance on meadows green. I wouldn't want to be an angel For on harps they have to play, But I'd love to be a Senior AND JUST HAVE MY OWN WAY.