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

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tim 1 Our youth now turns from yonder vale of tears Across the halle, a voice doth meet his ears, The country lad now comes upon a crowd, Listening to the voice of one speking loud. This ne is not Demosthenes oratingg But a mer woman giving lessons in debatingg And she is gude, one they alle honor, Yclept by al his frendes, Frankhauser. In upper halle dwelt ther women three- Thes wer gude companions as you see, They taught Bookkeeping and straunge short hondes Wel could they write to alle foreign londesg And scolers here would yawn-may hap, snore, But this could not be herde for the roar Of typewriters, and hum of businesse. The names of these, I wot ye cannot gesse. A solemm Knight now comes upon the scene, Who in the basement ruled with stately mien. He was not fatg yet he was not ful slim, A just and rightwis man in everything Who praise of Manual Training did ever sing. A Squyer ther was a gallant swain, Who printing taught with al his mite and maing Swete his disposition, if girls can be believed This man was never known to become peevedg Graceful his dauncing, swetly could he sing. His face was pink and pretty, as if blushing. And then withalle was ther an artistic paire. Wel could they draw and paint pictures rareg Such splendid drawings did their pupils make, The annual staff hardly knew which ones to take. All thes saw the Youth, and yet one moreg The cheerful host, who met him at the door. Jolly was heg his eyen were brighte. Bald was his head, with lockes almost white, Praiseworthy, noble, upright man was he, One wel y-loved by al that company. Ended is this story, na more can I telleg To whom each verse refers, you know ful welle. 'This touching little poem given here is thought by many authorities to bc Chaucer's masterpiece, lt was unearthed on the site of the new law building when the workmen were excavating the basement. Eminent critics have advanced the theory that this poem was lost by the author while he was on one of his famous lecture tours. The Flickertail Stall' waives all responsibility for any libel this chief-d'oeuvre may be thought to contain, and also refuses to vouch for the veracity of the author, It has been suggested that an obscure author collaborated with Chaucer in this MS. The reason for this is based upon the fact that there is a rune in the last four lines. The initial letters of these lines, read downward, are supposed to give a clue to the author. This however may or may not be true.

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XXX i' The Legend of A Gude Faculty A CHAUCERIAN FRAGMENT' Whilom, upon a fair September morn, A Youth there was who left his fields of corn To University High, to mak a pilgrimage To gain in wisdom, gret was his courage, So up this lusty rustic did arise Ate seven of his mother's pumpkin pies. And hied him forth to that renouned scole. Ther would he show that he was not a foole. Straight he went to that big Woodworth Halle, And saw before him his companions alle. Then went he on a tour of inspection, To see things had this youth a predelection. Upon the rostrum, one of kind face was sitting, Who sate in regal dignity, lik to a king. His eyes were keen, and gazed on alle 'round, And at some naughty freshman oft-times frowned But all loved this king for he was fine and true And was a soul of helpfulness to all he knew For spite of all his outwardly reserve This king was kind and gude as is a gude preserve A nonne was ther, dainty of manere, A charming laydie, ful of gudely cheer, Around this nonne was ther a large group, So loved was she by al this Glee Club troupg They learned to sing their operetta in gude time, Wel did the crowd enjoy a mirthful rime. And, one ther was, a Master of Phisiks, In al this world ne was ther noon hym lik To speke of Phisiks and of Chemistryeg Wel was he grounded in Biologye. His face was studious, long and narwe, Wel might he represent the famous Darwin, Or an Archimedes might he be ful welle, For he knew science, this I to you do telle. A Suffragette was ther, who loved Algebra And sarcasm did hurl at lazy ones they sayg And with her grades did shatter al the dremes Which scolers dremt of passing, so it semes. And yet did scolers in gret humblesse Still seke lerning in thes Mathenesse, Ther to pour out their here-blood in vain- Ne tears nor beauty could a seventy obtain.

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Superintenclenfs Page It has been a real pleasure to observe with what zeal the senior class this year has been working to prepare this book for publication. It has seemed to me that the entire membership was animated with the ambition to do something that would reflect credit upon the class and upon the school. I fondly hope and believe that this laudable ambition has become a permanent element in each one's personality, a charac- teristic that will be apparent in all their future life. This year's class have good reason to feel proud of their edition of the Flickertail. Much of the actual labor, of course, devolved upon the members of the editorial staff, and without their intelligence and industry and the Wise guidance of their faculty advisor, Mr Kazda, the enterprise must have failed. But the staff were chosen by the class and acted as their representatives and agents, and to choose efficient and devoted officials and give them constant encouragement and support requires an intelligent, public spirited electorate. This volume is another milestone in the history of our school and, more important still, it is a milestone in the life of each member of the Class of 1923. It marks the close of a distinct period in their develop- ment and the commencement of a new period. Whatever the future may have in store for them, when they chance to open this book, may its pages revive memories of influences and experiences in the University High School that contributed measurably to their happiness and success. -C. C. SCHMIDT.