Westmoorland College - Lupine Leaflet Yearbook (San Antonio, TX)

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16 LUPINE LEAFLET hours a day on each subject and that it was our duty to do so, l said to myself, Listen to me, Evelyn Leonard, if you did as she said, you might get some decent grades. You are going to map out your program so that you will be able to study two hours on each subject every day, and you are not going to let anything inter- fere with your plan either. Do you hear me? Will you do it? Nly conscience answer- ed, Barkis is willing. lt took me an hour to work out that program, but l felt I had not wasted my time. For the first few days 1 managed to carry this out-but ah! the tempetatious! The library full of thrilling stories and my fellow classmates to write notes to! At home new magazines coming in, picture shows, company! It is so easy to be a man of straw! My program stays forsaken in the front of my note book, a South Sea Bubble. Each Thursday night as we rack our brains for something to cover two pages for English, how many of us throw down our paper and pencils in despair and yield our- selves to sweet sleep? How many of us when we tackle our algebra, and the first problem being hard, give up, because we are too lazy to analyze and reason it out? How many of us in history class sit and dream day dreams when we should be writ- ing the day's lesson? When I go to practice, l love to sit and play my old pieces and think of my ambitions. Will I ever succeed in that way? lt uses a little of my brain energy to take a few passages of a new piece and practice it over and over again. lt is so easy to do the other way! ' Why not be mentally lazy? What does it profit one to cram and cram for glory that is forgotten by the world? iillib Puritanically Speaking - Myrle Long Behold the Puritan! He reads no Sunday papers, His Sabbath ne'er began With Katzenjammer capers. CNO special credit in the deed, There were no papers then to read.J He never walked the links, To play at golf on Sunday, A goodly man methinks, To put it off till Monday. CYet second thought and, by the way, There was no golf for him to play.J He never in his pleasure car, The Sabbath desecratedg Nor viewed a movie star, ln clothes abbreviated. fBut cars and movies, don't forget, Had not been invented yet.J And so the Puritan Was never so sorely harrassed, As is the modern man, Nor half as embarrassed. fTemptation never smote this cuss. On Sunday as it smites us.5

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LUPINE LEAFLET 15 On Wasting Time IJ El El Elizabeth Regent This is the first day of spring. When the sun came up this morning with such a glittering, gay glory, I thought- The world is so full of a number of things , but now I feel altogether different. I am sitting in the study hallg there is much on my mind, but I fear there is very little in it. It is a pity to be burdened with so much work when all outdoors is calling, Come out and play with me. But it is not for me to play. Within the next fifteen hours I must prepare an essay, a short history of the Irish Government, and cram for a quiz on the Types of Thinking . I can't seem to concentrate tho'. What good does the study of psy- chology do one, if one does not apply it? Psychologists say that looking off in the distance for a moment rests the eyes and, also, puts the mind in a concentrated state. On looking out the window, I see budding trees, baby shoots of grass, and a sprite little red bird, who dares me to count ten and make a wish before he decides to hop or fly away. Why was mankind not born with an education even as this saucy fellow? Now I must study. This history assignment reads: The Success of Bismarck's Ministry -due March second. What utter disrespect! I wonder what Ben Milam, Bowie, and Houston would think if they could return from their chambers in the Silent Hall of Death, and find me pursuing my labors when all the other students of Texas are to.pay respect to these heroes by putting aside all work on Independence Day? This desk and seat aren't very comfortable. I wonder if the girl who occupied this place last year was an industrious student? Yes, yes, I remember she was on the Honor Roll. I must study, too, so that when years come upon me, I will find pouring over books but an irksome task. Who was that who said something about spring and fancy? I don't seem to be able to learn much history. I know what I'll do. I'll stop studying history and write an essay. Anyone ought to be able to write a theme on a beautiful day like this. Here is the list of subjects under this inviting looking magazine. None of the titles seem to harmonize with my feelings. I do not have the in- centive to write On Wearing New Shoes , for I have on an exceedingly old pairg it would be a burlesque for me to attempt On Being Small , when one has overdrawn, it would not be pleasant even to think about The Excitement of Having a Bank Ac- count. Was that the gong? Horrors! 'and that awful quotation about 'ta spent hour pricks my conscience. I must find a subject for my essay tho'. Here- On Wasting Time -I think that applies to me. I hope I can be included in An Apology for Idlers. l am still puzzled over that saying about spring and fancy. Oh, I remember now- In the spring a young man's fancy Lightly turns to thoughts of--- fAnd a young woman's, too, for that matterlj CLWIIIZIO O Mental Lazmess EI El El Evelyn Leonard The psychologist, who said people are born mentally lazy, struck the right chord. I think I must be growing lazier every day in every way. When I went to grade school, l did apply myself a little, but now. When our teacher told us we should put two

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LUPINE LEAFLET 17 The Pleasures of Eating U U U Minnie J. Ware To me, eating is a supreme pleasure. I-low I have longed to lose my appetite- Oh! but in vain! I have seen girls who say they were never hungry. I envy themg and, yet, think of the joy I get from eating. It is even a delight for me to pass a delicatessen shop, and look in the window to see tempting salads, garnished with crisp lettuce, or during Christmas times to see whole pigs dressed and stuffed to the brim with the reddest apple in their mouths. Isn't it delightful even to have such a thought? Did you ever pass a bakery, and smell the bread as it is being taken from the' oven? Didn't you Along for a whole bag of buns so that you could eat them every one, and not have to divide? Once, while couvalescing from a long illness, I did not have anything to do ex- cept read magazines. Friends sent me large boxes of the finest candy, but I was not allowed to eat it. I could only hold the box, and think of the choice morsels inside. I was not really supposed to read much, and so there was nothing left to do except look at the pictures. Nlost of the advertisements were highly colored pictures of Jello , Armour's Ham , Raisin Pie , and things of that sort. Was it not enough to give me ah relapse? Now, I am safely over that illness, and often speak of going on a diet. Repeatedly I go to meals vowing that I am going to eat no fats, no sweets, and very little vege- tables. Soup could not be very fattening, and so I eat a whole bowl of it, and then come puffy creamed potatoes, gravy, and roast, which should he as alarming to a reducer, as a red flag to a bull. I am weak and easily tempted. I just must have a little of the potatoes and gravyg and finally say, I'll wait until to-morrow to start my diet. When dessert comes in the form of a rich, cream pie, piled high with thick meringue, my determination to become slender is shattered, and l lose control en- tirely. l suppose it is true that I live to eat. A c-:u:n:o S P R I' U D U Dorothy Smith To-day we have golden sunshine, To-morrow a shower of rain, ' Just see the wild flowers blooming On valley, hill, and plain. Now. there's aisoft, pale curtain, Of wonderful silver mist, Showing a veil of glory, Of deepest amethyst. The trees, the flowers, the grasses, I-low joyously we sing! There is no time for sadness, The whole world knows it s spring!