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ANTIC SCHOLASTIC
The study hall was quiet,
I marvelled that it was.
didn't like it quiet
wished to cause a bu:z::z:.
The girl who sat in front of me
Had golden, curly locks.
One golden lock hung down a bit,
And touched the filled ink box.
Temptation ruled o'er common sense,
I could not pass this by;
I dipped that golden curly lock
Till it was black as dye.
She turned around quite suddenly,
My face belied my crime
.And then she heaved a great big sigh ,
And gasped, " You lowly swine!"
The teacher bade me come to her
And stand before the class.
I shook with mirth at my success,
The class, they shook en masse.
And now, my friends, I will conclude,
If this is all I get
For doing things I shouldn't do,
I won 't be perfect yet!
-Betty Colwell ' 37
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BYWAY
Arrogant and sure, the highways
All disdain the little byways,
Laughing at them : "Narrow roads
Never carry mighty loads!
When did any byway curled
Do a thing to build a world? "
But I love a certain byway
More than any pompous highway–
For when dusk comes gently
~own
Lamp by sudden lamp the town
Glows, and up the street
You come and make my world complete.
- Betty Jane Loomis ' 37
BAFFLED, BATTERED AND BEWILDERED
A lone red tie on the dress of my companion
ahead was my last link with sanity. Millions and
millions of people seemed to be jostling me and
pushing me this way and that with no regard for
a poor little seventh-grader. With great trepida–
tion , I started up the steps, always keeping an eye
on that red tie. My feelings of bewilderment,
bafflement, and confusion increased as we ascend–
ed the seemingly numberless steps. My shyness
in front of young men, and the fear of meeting
the male neighborhood idol was enough to frighten
me without the additional noise and hubbub that
seemed quite as bad, if not worse, than the roar
and echo of Niagara Falls on my first trip there
at the age of six. To say that I felt out of place
is hardly to do my emotions justice. A treacherous
leather sole, a step miscalculated, a slip on the
stairs, a feeling of dropping, and that red tie
seemed my only salvation. I frantically clutched
it and resigned myself to an early death in that
great trampling herd of humanity. Awakening
suddenly, I heard a gurgling sound and reali:z:ed
that an extra weight was slowly toppling back
toward me. The familiar face of my companion
was no longer visible. Instead, the contorted face
above the red tie in my hand involuntarily forced
me to give a startled exclamation of horror. This
was the face of a handsome, uprising Junior Class–
man - wearing a brilliant red tie so like my girl
companion's that it was impossible to tell them
apart. The greatest and the most embarrassing
moment of my life was when I recogni:z:ed the
neighborhood idol at whose tie I had clutched in
my moment of need and distress. To th is young
man I will always be thankful , for it was he who
saved me on my first day at Southside.
Brig
Scabbard
Parrot
-Alice Patterson '37
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AMONG US PIRATES
Detention Room
Miss Schmucker's baton
Southside See Saw
Black Cats . The ones we see during Regent's Week
Mess Hall
Cafeteria
Pirates' Jamboree
Pep Fests
The Hornpipe
Our Proms
Treasure Chest
. Miss Hoffman 's Shoebox of lost articles
Secret Code
Harold Mathews' Writing
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