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

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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.

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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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A SUPER STATESMAN He raised the dust in industry, Where ever he happened in, He laid the floor in Florida, And drank Virginia's gin. The line in Carolina? Why he wrote it with the pen That he took from Pennsylvania But I don't remember when. The road in old Rhode Island, He once made poor Ida hoe, And the ham in old New Hampshire Why he cured it long ago! The coat in North Dakota, He once let poor Della Wear, And he bought a brand New Jersey, To match Miss Issippi's hair! He made love to Minnie Sota, And an eye at Iowa, Took my Mary Land aboating In the Ark of Arkansas, Put the tuck in old Kentucky, Swam the sea in Tennesseeg With the oak in Oklahoma Built a home for Miss Ouri! Held a mass in Massachusetts, Like a conscientious boy, For the sin in old Wisconsin, And the ill in Illinois, Did his washing up in Washington Beside the salty brine, Put the if in California In the days of forty-nine! Made the brass in old Nebraska, From the ore in Oregon, Made mining Colorado Put a whiter Collar on! He rushed the can in Kansas, And he's like wise very prone, To lay claim to Arizona And proclaim its air his own! Bleached the tan from brown Montana Courted may in snowy Maine, Put the rage in woman suffrage, And the pain in each campaign.