University High School - Flickertail Yearbook (Grand Forks, ND)

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OUR ANNUAL MEMORY BOOK When high school days are far away, And hair once dark is mostly gray, How thoughtfully we read again, These verses written by classmates then. Well we remember with what care, Our schoolmates wrote these poems there' And boldly signed their names below, Those pleasant days, long, long ago. For years this Flickertail memory book, Was lost within an attic nook, Until we glanced its pages o'er, And read these lines of their's once more. We do not know how each may thrive, Or even if they're all alive, Or if perchance, on sea or land, We e'er shall clasp their friendly hand. But just as in those high school days, Once more upon each face we gaze, And in our memory we live again, With friends and scenes so pleasant then. FLICKERTAIL SALES POEM Oh, listen my children, and you shall hear, A short little poem, and don't think it queer, I want this thought in your minds to prevail, Please bring one dollar and get a Flickertail Come, kind young' friends, shake up your wits, And get an Annual for only eight bits. TO VALLELY There was a youth who loved a maid His name was Alexander. He wanted her to marry him, A ring did Alex-hand-er. Y So later they were truly wed, And when the folks the papers read, Referring to the twain they said, Why there goes Alex-and-her.

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THE FIRST DAY OF PRACTICE TEACHING Scene-Terror-stricken individual in the History room ten minutes too early for her first class. Oh, dear! What ever shall I do? How is a person supposed to introduce herself to her class, or, does she introduce herself? Why did I ever ask for a History class, really I can't remember whether Columbus or Drake discovered America or whether---? Oh, gracious me, my mind's so muddy. And twenty-five children! How car I ever manage so many? I'm so glad I wore my new skirt and clean waist, and my hair done up in the latest style. Oh, what would I do if Mr. Kazda came in, and does one say, Be seated class, or class be seated, and ought I to sit down to talk or run around? No! I mean dance around, oh, what do I mean today, I never was so, oh! there goes the bell! Why don't the children come? Am I in the wrong room or can this be a holiday? I just feel in my bones that something is wrong today and see, there goes a class across the hall. And I mustn't let anyone whisper or speak until I call upon him, and I just know they will giggle and pass notes and then, but why doesn't my class come? I'm so faint. Shall I grow pale and thin over my class, and get so haggard that my poor dear family won't know me when I walk in at the wicket gate in summer vacation? But there! there! I just mustn't cry, and where's my chamois? I know my nose is red, and here comes my class at last. Guess that was the dismisal bell before. If only my knees and hands wouldn't shake so much. I do hope I don't look too dressed up. Thank goodness I took pains to look well! Here they are! Good morning, children, no, I mean good evening, oh, what am I saying I meant good afternoon. How many times must I tell you to sit down? No, I knew I'd spoil it and couldn't do it just right. Thank good- ness Mr. Kazda didn't hear that, but here he comes. Well, he who hesitates is lost, so here goes -l--. QCurtainJ . THINKING If you think you are beaten, you are, If you think you dare not, you don't, If you'd like to win, but think you can't It's almost a cinch you won't. If you think you'll lose, you're lost, For out in the world we find Success begins with a fellow's Will, It's all in the state of mind. If you think you're outclassed, you are, You've got to think to rise, You've got to be sure of yourself before You can ever win the prize. Life's battles don't always go, To the stronger or faster man, But sooner or later the man who wins Is the one who thinks he can.

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CANNED COUE CONVERSATION Consider the fact that the pharmacist of Nancy, now spreading his gospel of auto-suggestion thru America, is 66 years old. What will hap- pen when he is no longer here to teach us how to mutter those magic words, Day by day in every way I'm getting better and better ? Why not can Coue's curing conversation. The phonograph, or radio, or both should be impressed into the service. Perhaps some inventive student might invent a Coue-graph, a vest pocket mechanism for throw- ing the mentality into high gear. A student going into Mr. Kazda's ofiice could carry one under his coat, breathing softly these magic words, I'm getting better and better, I must convince him, I will convince him that I don't deserve a deficiency slip. What a God-send to have one of these priceless things during an exa-- mination. How helpful it would be, when sitting for an examination to have this thing murmuring into your ear, I'm getting better and better. I must pass this examination, I will pass this examination. Wouldn't it be lovely for Ray or Paddie while sitting with her at the south end study table to carry one with them in their pocket next to their hearts, whispering soft and low. I'm the guy, I'm the guy, she's mine, I've got her, I've got her. What moral encouragement it would be at the end of the first six weeks, when you are sure that you will receive a deficiency slip, and you are expecting it in every mail, to have a Coue-graph under you're hat, giving you encouragement like this: You're good, you're good, you are, you're on the Honor Roll. Useful possibilitiese like these are limitless for the teacher with many test papers to mark, for Milton when Mr. Johnson is calling for more Midget copy, and for the girls asking Dad' for a little allowance. If we can. can Coue conversation we can make the future rosier and rosier and rosier. - FINAL EXAMS 'Twas the night before finals, When all through my brain, I was seeking for knowledge But alas! 'Twas in vain. All ideas had left me, And appearing in their places Visions of teachers With stern angry faces Running at me with questions and groans, Their slashing and lashing Made shiver my bones. Backward turn backward, Oh, time in thy flight, Make it the first day of school for tonight.