West Salem High School - Neshonoc Yearbook (West Salem, WI)

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Should you ask us, should you ask us What the next year to us brought. We would answer, we would tell you Ferd H. Nye, a jolly fellow, He the champion of all mischief Whom most girls tried to allure. Came to reinforce our number Which of boys was really poor. Should you ask us, should you ask us, What we Sophomores do lack, We would answer, we would tell you, Boys, for on us they’ve turned their backs; Some did leave us in the eighth grade, But we still have left the one For whom we know, a glorious future Cannot, but at last become. Should you ask us, should you ask us, What we did in 1912, We would answer, we would tell you; Every pleasure we strictly shunned And with German or with Caesar We, with patience unsurpassed. Struggled bravely to the finish And in June we'er done at last. Should you ask us, should you ask us, Who has helped us safely thru, We would answer, we would tell you 'Twas Miss Cooke with winning smile. That lured us on to better work; Miss Willey in our German class Has helped us, and in Latin too; While M. E. H. with good advice Has in our English helped us pass. Should you ask us, should you ask us, What Prof. Sanford’s for us done, We would answer, we would tell you; How he helped us one by one, Of his mottoes, ever helpful, Some at least we will remember, Which with purpose, high and noble, Will fit all for Junior member. (With Apologies to Longfellow.)

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THE FRESHIE Of all the tormented under the sun, I believe the Freshies get the bum. We are the laughing stock of all the rest, But even then we rank among the best. Miss Hitchcock thinks we read like Africanoes; Ofttimes her patience ends in blows, And where we land—well no one knows. Don’t worry though, for some fine day. We’ll all beat Lincoln, Douglas, Clay. But now Miss Cooke can melt us with a look; She only gives exams' twice a week; If our minds are then found lacking, We would expect a spanking, If it wasn't that she was so very small. Now the worst thing we’ve got coming Comes the latter part of May; That is Freshman judgment day. Then we set our minds a humming. The very first thing on the board Has all of us Freshies floored. The questions which followed excepting the tenth, Called on ideas we had not spent. And all of us just simply hollered. We vainly looked for a hole in the floor That we could fall thru, heedless of the door. Some stared wild eyed at their desks, Others scratched their guiltless heads, Twas ’nuf to melt a chunk of lead. At last that dreadful period was o’er, Papers collected to see them no more ? But what cared we with hearts so gay ? Vacation’s here, horay, horay. E. J. ’15