I’AGK T\TO
THE LEXniPEP
NOVEMBER 1, 1924
A PSAIAI OF RIFE.
Tell me not, in mournful numbers,
Rife is but an empty dream.
For the soul is dead that slumbers.
And thing are not what they seem.
Rife is real. Rife is earnest.
And the grave is not its goal:
Dust thou art, to dust returnest.
Was not spoken of the soul.
Not enjoyment, and not in sorr iw.
Is our destined and our way:
But to act, that each to-morro %
Find us farther than to-day.
Art is long, and time is fleeting.
And our thearts thought strong and
. brave.
Still, like muffled drums, are beating.
Funeral marches to the grave.
In the world’s broad field of battle.
In the bivouac of life.
Be not like dumb driven cattle.
Be a hero in the strife.
Rives of great men all rem.ind us.
We can make our lives sublime.
And, departing leave behind us
Footprints on the sand of time.
Footprints, that perhaps anotl er.
Sailing o’er life’s solemn main.
A forlorn and shipwrecked brother.
Seeing, shall take heart again.
Ret us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate.
Still achieving, still pursuing.
Ream to labor and to wait.
—RONGFBRROW.
THE III-Y SUPPRY ROCKEIR
ROST AND FOF.NI) CORF5IX
ROST—Our minds. Please return
and receive reward as we are need
ing them along now very much.
POUND—That there is no Royal
Road to learning except by digging
dowm after it and studying your head
almost off. Then sometimes it is
missed.
ROiST—All understanding and
knowledge. If any found, please re
turn to Seniors. This will be greatly
appreciated by Mrs. Estes.
FOUND—^That Mr. Stokes is a very
elegant orator, enjoyed much by all.
ROST—-A compact. It found please
return to Rouise Thompson.
ROST—All the students lost sleep
because they did not get to come to
school on Friday.
,\N ODE TO GEOMETRY.
(With Apologies to “The Rosary”)
The hours I spend with thee, dear
book.
Are as a string of E’s to me;
I count them over, every one apart
My Geometry! My Geometry!
Each day a failure, each month an E
To fill a card already strung
With failure, and lo, at the month’s
end
Another flunk is hung, a flunk is
hung.
Oh memories that bless and burn.
Oh welcome D, oh bitter E,
I tell each mark and strive at last
to learn
To pass on thee, my dear Geometry.
SETTRING AN OI’T-DEB.VTED
l»OINT.
When the Hi-Y Club discussed
means of making money, they evi
dently thought of benefiting the
school as well, through their efforts.
Consequently a school supply locker
was the answer. In this manner the
club will be able to enlarge it’s treas
ury and accomodate the .students with
school supplies at the same time. A
lar.ce selection of classroom neces-
sites have been purchased, and will
lie on sale in a few days. The stu
dents of R. H. S. should patronize
this Hi-Y locker, as the materials are
.sold comi)aratively cheap, and the
money will be used for a good cause.
IF’S
If Bill Peacock was corn, would
Mary Edna Miller?
If Valera Smith was old, would it
leave “Pat” Young?
If Rouise Thompsorr was a baby,
would Miss Rula Walker?
If knickers were stylish, what
would Miss Relia Ware?
If Dave Conrad was a well, would
Sarah (B) Spring?
If Helen Beck was cotton, would-
Paul Weaver?
If Eunice Hedrick was a Fox-trot,
would “Dick” Walser?
If Nona Raper was day, would
Elizabeth (B) Knight?
If Aurelia Ward Smith w'as grass,
„ould Bob Raker?
If Frances Barbee is wrong, is Rila
AVright?
If Joy McAdams was unhappy,
would Cornelia (B) Pleasant?
If Rida Ree would die, would Tom
Berrier?
If Glenn Hamil could swim, would
Clyde Sink?
If Sarah Francis Vestal was a
chicken, would Clifton Pickett?
If Mary Ril Walser was cabbage,
would Helen (B) Kale?
HEREN PEARR CRODFERTER.
A .STUDENTS’ PR.AYER
Now I sit me down in class to sleep,
1 hope my chum my notes will keep,
If I should snore before I wake.
Do poke my ribs for pity’s sake.
—Selected
Judge—“The officer says you were
driving with one arm around the la-
dys waist.”
Uave—“He’s mistaken, your honor.
I was driving with the other hand.” ,
O Girls! what would we men do
If in this world would we had not
you?
M'hat would we do without your
grace ?
The beauty that informs your face?
What would we do without your smile?
Your guileless art? Your artless
guile?
A’our ruge-pink cheeks? A'our Kohl-
Black eyes?
Your ai>ple .sauce? Your apple pies?
.Answer
AV’e’d just pick something el.se right
out
To make our.selves such fools about.
Veazey’s Lunch U
HOT LUNCH
And All Kinds of ||
Smokes and Drinks
McCURDY’S I
SHOE SHOP I
“Fix’em while U wait” |
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