Warsaw High School - Tiger Yearbook (Warsaw, IN)

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THE TIGER Elf If you can go to your school each morning And stay 'til the end of the dayg If you can study and recite each lessong If you never whisper or playg If you can go to your Vergil class Coming out with a smile on your faceg If you can to your History pass Knowing each date and placeg If after taking Shorthand You can spell the simplest wordg If after studying Botany You can name a common herbg If after taking Cooking You can burn a pan of beansg If after taking Sewing You can sew some crooked seamsg If you can come in and go out the right doorg If you can go up the right stairsg If you can do these and at hundred things more Without hurry, without worry or caresg i If you can study French, Latin and Spanish And never get them twistedg If you can remember the rules outlandish And obey them as is insistedg If you can study to the tune of Smiles Or any Glee Club songg If you can keep your Office Files And never get them wrongg If you can learn to like each teacher And if they like you, toog If you can talk just like a preacherg If you can miss the flung If you can go into Athletics Debates, Contests and such thingsg If you get through yvithout headaches And the other Wdrries'Tli'e'y'bringg If you never get mad or never poutg And never slacken yo111:.!rfa teg.- K I'm sure that there will be no doubt But that you'll Grad.Lw,te. Q'qfi'i'i 'II -Lelah Melick, Senior

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THE TIGER I9 Mg Experienrr aa an Agrirnlturiat 3 by I All URING the past season I was considerably interested in agricul- A ture. I met with some success, but not enough to madden me ,N with joy. ,N H Agriculture has a charm about it which I cannot adequately' M . , V . , , ' describe. luvery product of the farm is furnished by nature with something that is fond of it so that it will never be neglected. The grain crop is loved by the Weevil, Hessian fly and Chinch flyg the water melon, squash and cucumber are loved by the squash bug, the potato by the potato bug, the tomato by the cut worm and the sweet corn is loved by the ant. fn '.- .f ff - I w- . 1 1 uf 'sz U- ' 11.1 ld V .. ,iq ,.,,. FX 45, S. ,. svn, rt... Well, I began early to spade up my angle-worms and other pets, to see it' they had withstood the severe winter. They were unusually bright and cheer- ful. The potato bugs were a little sluggish at first, but as the spring opened and the ground warmed up they pitched right in and did hrst rate. By May, every one looked splendidly. I was most worried about my cut worms. It was away long in April and I had not seen a cut worm and I began to fear they had suffered or perhaps even worse than that, perished in the extreme cold of the previous winter. One morning late in the month I saw a cut worm come out from behind a stump of an old cabbage. He seemed a little stifi' in the joints but I had hopes. l had a spark of humanity left and began to search for assistance. l read all agricultural reports, dictionaries and en- cyclopedias, Init failed to find any remedy so I asked my neighbor for assis- tance but he only spoke jeeringly at me. I naturally thought that he couldn't bear to sec me get ahead in the cut worm industry, and therefore refused ad- vice. The worm had wintered under a cabbage stalkg no doubt he was fond of the beverage. I acted upon this thought and brought him two dozen cabbage plants at fifty cents a dozen. l had hit it the first pop. He was passionately fond of these plants and would eat three in one night. He also must have given a saurkraut lawn fes- tival to his friends, for in a week I bought three dozen more cabbage plants, At one instance I counted a large group of scrub, Swedish, Hubbard, short- horn cut worms all doing well but a little hide-bound and bilious. The thought came to me that a change of diet would probably remove their melan- choly spell, so l bought five dozen tomato plants and fed them at the rate of ten in one night. This brought life to my herd and on the whole I was as proud as any young hayseed who has made a success at anything. One morning I was thunder struck. My cabbage plants remained standing. My cut worms were gone. I spaded up the whole patch but there wasn't one to be found. I was almost wild with despair and grief. suddenly something tumbled over my foot. lt was mostly stomach but had feet on each corner. lt was a toad. He had eaten up my summer's work. He had swallowed my cunning little cut worms. And all I have to say is that unless this toad scourge can be wiped out, I for one shall relinquish the joys of agricultural pursuits . l highly resolved that whenever a little runty toad could destroy a snmmer's crop of cut worms it was time for me to retire as a failing agri- cnlturist. Samuel Anglin-Senior.

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