York High School - Duke Yearbook (York, NE)

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ARMI NG T THE HERO Translation from llliad, Meek 3, Lines 330-340. First he drew around his powerful legs his beautiful shin- guards, Fastening them on with straps of leather and buckles of metal. Then round l1is glorious breast he drew his High School Jersey, Flinging above it, about his mighty shoulders his sweater, On his tall head he placed his well-made headgear of leatherg Shaped like a pot, and out from it tluttered his hair, long and beauteous. Over his classical nose then he fastened his nose-guard of rubber, Seized in his hand the football, the wonderful, dangerous pigskin, Strode with long strides to the fields and stood there, ready for battle. THE HIGH SCHOOL GIRI. She's trim and neat, Demure and sweet, Is jolly and full of fun. Is young and fair, NVith graces rare, The daintiest under the sun. Her heart is light Her brain is bright Her eyes with sunshine filled, And dimples peek In chin and cheek- Her voice is music!-thrilled. Her laugh is clear, And full of cheer, She's womanly and kind, In fact her peer We feel and fear, Would be quite hard to find. Long life, good health, Her meed of wealth May the High School girl obtaing More love than hate A happy fate VVith sunshine more than rain. HE NEVER SMILED AGAIN 'Twas down in the basement there wandered one A recent matriculate, happy and gay, I'll step in the office and see how I passed He said with a smile, which smile was his last. He never smiled again, He never smiled again, Too eager was he, this record to see, IIe never smiled again. THE GROWTH OF AN IDEA Some asked me where they put the seed, The best place in the land, I11 Freshey's breast there is no weed, 'Tis soft soil, with no sand, Some asked me whence tl1e winds do rise To Sophs I bade them go. 4'.Iust stand and look with bulging eyes And hear them spout and blow. Some asked me where the rivers run And whence doth come the raing t'The Juniors havef' I said, a ton Of water on the brain. One asked me whence does come light, That shown at night and noon, The Seniors grand are far more bright Than sun and stars and moonfl Thus with the su11, wind, water, rain, - And dig and prod about, The student raises in his brain An intellectual sprout. 7 d ay ,

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EVERYBODY KNOWS Skatie Ratns Bunny Lute Puss Osy Tight Pat Gint Dutch B Scoot Starchy Mary Uheckie Osmi Brewey Deacon Doc Itlanny Kruger Atky SENIOR CLASS MEETING Just 11 talking talkinv' talkinu' hi IH' H7 Like tl1e Wllltl comes from :L bag, .lust il chewing, chewing, chewing, Vhc N l l 1 Alw: iving It ways Ull t ie ng. Lys playing, playing, playing, Tliat there's nothing we don't knowg Always shooting, shooting, shooting, Shooting oft Olll' nionth, by .Io1 ' KIUKERS' CLUB 1 I,l0SIll0Ilf ,.,., Itld Miller, Snpreine Superior Spouter Vice-president. . . . . -Ioe Iiunner, Grand Growler Seeret1n'y ,,,,, , , 1 NIIIIIIIL5 Brown, Oninipresent Objeetor TI'C2lSlIl'Ul' . .... Iva Atki11s, Everlasting Execrator t ensor , , Myra James, lVIatehless Maledictor Q,UALIFIt'A'I'IONS No one is admitted to nienibership i11 tl1is el11b who was Il0t lJ0l'Il either in the objective or accusative case. Unlv those lJOl'Il i11 both cases are eligible to oliice. It the purpose of this club to kick upon any and all occasions, i11 any illltl all ways, at any and all things. Wl1e11 there are no others to kick, tl1e members practice o11 each otl1er. ' The club motto isg Kiconia est Kicinnaf' which being interpreted is, Kick till yo11 kick out. Tl1e symbol is a kangaroo kicking the kinks out of a coyote. Occassionally they kick a stone wall and get hurt, but a kicker with a sore toe or a sore head, is a martyr and a saint. All students and professors are eligible to membersliip except those who, having lost o11e or both begs, cannot kick. This, a worthy i11stit11tio11, is at present alive and kick- ing, and deserves treatment according to its own precepts. Long may it kick. ODE TO A FRESIIMAN Softly as the HIIIIIIIICI' breezes, gently wztfted from the south, f'on1e the Illlhlllillllllittlillll-I of Illy autonioblic IllOIIllll. Ilow I love its giddy gurgle, how I love its eeztseless flow, Ilow I love to VVIIIll my 111outl1 lIi1,l1OW I love to heztr it go. Il IGII SVIIOOI, ICTIQIIET'l'E WIILEII QL Senior Hunks, he should betray no eniotiong he has had time to get used to il. Soplioinore boys sl1o11ld receive the pzttroinxge of Sen- io1' girls with respectful silence. Their dutiful services are reqniredf-notliing more. It is hoped that l lI'UHlIlIIl'II have received careful train- ing at l1o111e. They Hllfilllil endure all their trinls and tribulation with uncoiiiplaining good Il2llfIll'U. Nothing more Cllilfllllllg than an infantile smile. I'rofessors Wlllfll uiiprepared, should cnt. They should answer questions di1'ectly and to tl1e point, or frankly admit that they llOI1lt know. A class should always laugh when the professor does, he may have got off an original joke. If the professor becomes engaged he should receive the congratulations of the students with calm, unbl11sl1ing dignity. Sophomore girls should not try to allure Seniors from their meditations upon tl1e hidden mysteries of the un- searchable. Juniors, especially young ones, should be labelled: 'fthey may be taken for Freslnnenf'

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BIFF He took her dainty little hand She let it passive lie, But raised the other with a swing And hiffed him in the eye. AN ODE TO THE LAZY llow sleep the late, when sunk i11 rest, By all their well-earned lessons blest, VVhen breakfast with its coffee cold Remains to lure the victim lnoldg Ile there shall meet the hitter fate Of those who will proerastinate. The elanging hell has long since pealed, But sleep has still his eyelids sealed: Until at last some kind friend criesi H 'Tis breakfast timeg come, q11ick,arisel lle goes to satisfy his need, And with the cook now has to plead. 'pnoq .ntq no pnms oq pmt mis H AAOIIUIIIOH ll 112 not? mis 411111 mom! OM 'p1zo.1 ik,IYlZ0.Il'l? sioqs mood siql ff51111I1.11q on simon 1103 .I0ic'i'l?AA em PIIV 'Moqs 12 go puixi qstzoi 12 S105 sqs JI AMAA amos 31 112 qofff Hsoqs leq 110K 1113 2 Moml on, Jon 1115110 sqs .igIIlIIfl?lII1OS S1511 umuom e so1.1.1o1n Siiiqqifuia shexsqq JI Lives of croakers all remind us VVe can make our lives a pest And departing, leave behind IIS Feelings of relief and rest. This is one of those H Jicked 11 1 niannscri its. lt was 1 - q T - - I tound in Dutch May s desk hy one ot his class mates and turned over to the editor. Oh l At last Ye gods, this woe From Ollt my heart has passed And 11ow at length my brain is clear Of all the jllll-j21lIlS l have had this year lint Oh! l fear l have ruined my poor mind By seeking all these meters that are very hard to l'lnd, Than go through this again IRI rather live a country lllllil. llere is the list of poets which I have studied Byron, Bryant, Tennyson, llnrns and lirowning, Uamphell, llryden, Voleridge and llowning, Rogers, Spencer, linskin and lialeigh Milton, Marlow and ,lVlaca11lay Through themall l W2L1ltl0l'0ll Much hy jingo Pondered Uh l EDITORS NOTE Parties not roasted in this issue of the annu- al do not need to feel bad, as it is not the desire of the editor to slight any one and your name does not appear on account of lack of space, but will receive special attention in the next iss11e. 3 'Y6?6 55V7 B