That I will not flirt so much with the boys—Hazel Winsor.
That I will not play basketball in Clinton—Michael Neville.
That I will not swipe another fellow’s girl—Laurence Dutton.
That instead of having dates every night, I’ll hereafter allow myself only six nights during the week—Albert Roderick.
That I will not subscribe for the Anamoso—Several High School Pupils.
That we do not want more than nine hundred ninety—nine examinations during the year—Whole High School
That I will not have the blues any more, and be it further resolved that I look well in pink—Hazel Giltrap.
That I will not talk so much—Edith Miller.
That I will not be tardy more than five days in one week—Theresa Pillard.
That I am not a success in the mile –run—Marion Lamb.
That I will look where I am going—Carl H.
Listen, my children, and you shall hear
A story of our High School dear—
How through the year nineteen eleven and twelve,
(Hardly a person but something can tell
Of that wonderful year—they remember it well)
Two little boys their way did play
Through the Sophomore year—14 O. K.
And these two little boys—though it might sound so—
Were not twins—nothing more than good friends you know—
But their names—Albert and Hubert—I’m sure you will see
Really sounds as if they were meant to agree.
But the incident which I began to repeat
Happened in history class—you know where it meets;
And these two little boys who sat side by side,
Soon made up their minds to become “teacher’s pride”
Not by a fine lesson, as some of you might think,
But by attracting attention—quicker than a wink.
So these two little boys began their play—
Little Hubert locking arms with little Albert—by the way—
And they succeeded in their purpose—
Attracting attention—though ‘twas wrong—
Very well when you consider the fact that they are young.
But you’ll never guess what happened so I’ll tell you right away—
They had to stand up in a corner and in that corner stay!
Now, my children, in this story
A moral lesson I shall find:
Don’t try to amuse your teacher
And watch you classmates grind:
And don’t try to attract attention,
For it’s sure to come, you know,
In a way you are not expecting
Which will make your spirits low.
So mind you teachers, children,