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

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Anthony-The doctor just told me it' I did not quit smoking l'd croak within two years. Bill-Going to quit? Anthony-Nope, the joke's on the doctor. I'In going to be hung next month. . Teacher Cin Algebra classj-Are you having trouble with those ques- tions, Harold? Harold-No, Sister, the questions are all right, but it is the answers that are bothering me. ' How iss your boy Ray getting along in der school? Ach! He is halfback in der football team and all der way back in his studies. Teacher-Mable, what did I give you to outline? Earl Cpromptlyj-You gave her a Great Stone Face. FOR SALE-A Freshman wishes to announce through the columns of the Corolla that he will sell his desk, cheap. Excellent location, surrounding scenery beautiful, full views of hall, corridors, and assembly roomy warm climate winter and summer. Cause for selling,-Promotion. In four long years of trouble. Four long years of tribulation, Years of trials and tests ahd stumbles, Which we spend here in the high school- ln these vaulted halls of learning, ln this domicile of knowledge, Many things we learn-to tell of, lt would take a ponderous volume, lt would be an endless story, To be read but to be doubted. Learn all history is old traditions-- History both profane and sacred- Battles, crusades, rules and rulers, Heresy and sin and schism, And the councils ecumenic. Learn we tongues of several nations- Latin, French and German learn we, Rules, declensions, conjugations. Every rule of mathematics, Every sign the chemist uses- Nitrates, chlorates, acids, basesg How to write both prose and coupletg All the things a high school teaches. And so on and on forever, These could be enumerated, Things we learn here in the high schoolg 7

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OUR OWN LAKE MICHIGAN

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lt would take a ponderous volume, It would be an endless story, lt would be a marvelous fable, To be read but to be doubted. To the casual observer, To the fond, admiring parent, To the freshman in the glory Of his bright and grass-hued greenness lt would seem at graduation, At the goal of aspiration, 'Phat the ones now graduating From the halls of old St. SllIl0l1,S, In tl1e blaze of' brilliant glory, That enhances graduation- That these Seniors now departing Must have knowledge universal, Knowledge wide and most extensive, More than ordinary mortals Ever dreamed of once possessing. That their skulls must be so crowded, And their cranium so congested, That no space is left within it For another fact to enter! Oh the vain, the false delusion Of the casual observer, Of the fond, indulging parent, Of the freshman in the glory, Of his everlasting greenness! For we seniors this could tell you, If you weighed our brains in balance, When we came-and now departing, You would see with looks astounded, That we Seniors in the glory Of the honors at St. Simon's, At the goal ot' aspiration, At the zenith of ambition,- 'Phat we Seniors now departing, Still know little-very little, Merely scraps of useful knowledge. But we thank good old St. Sirnon's- Old St. Simon 's, stern and steady, That she taught us well one science, Fixed it in our minds most firmly: How to know our God, our Maker, How to love Him, how to serve Him Here in this world, and hereafter To enjoy His peace forever.