brothers and draw cows, dogs and
other animals in the woods.
Later in life he painted the dog
picture called “The Aristocrat.”
—Kathleen Peeler, Grade 7A.
The Blue Boy
Gainsborough painted “The Blue
Boy,” to show one of his five friends
that it was possible to paint a
picture and use just one color on it
and that it would be attractive.
“The Blue Boy” is a beautiful pic
ture which is painted in blue; no
other color is used. His picture
became a famous one, and many
other painters are now trying to
paint pictures, using only one color.
His picture has the title Gainsbor
ough’s Blue Boy.
—Margaret Hackney, Grade 7A.
A Photograph of Edward Bok
Two weeks ago the 7A class of
the West Lee St. School, completed
the “Dutch Boy Fifty Years'Later,”
by Edward Bok. We enjoyed the
book so much that Margaret Hack
ney, a member of our class, sent
Mr. Bok a letter asking him for
some article by which we might
remember his book. By return mail
we received a photograph of Mr. Bok
and a letter from his secretary say
ing that as Mr. Bok was in the
south she sent the photographs her
self. We are very proud of being
the only school in Greensboro which
has a photograph of Mr. Bok sent
from his office. The following it a
copy of the letter:
March 13, 1923
My dear Margaret,
In Mr. Bok’s indefinite absence,
in the south, permit me to thank
you for your letter of appreciation
of his book and to send you the
photograph for which you asked for
the members of your school.
Edward W. Bok.
—Charles Lambert, Grade 7A.
R. J. Whittington
Mary Lyon Leak
And the ghost comes round about,
I feel a sort of shuddering fear.
Like spooks and goblins are hover
So I ducks my head and shuts my
And imagine I see about my size
A goblin, all clothed in the purest
Just like the beams of a moonlight
Grlis Begin Base Ball Practice
On Monday, the Lindsay aspirants
to baseball fame met their most for
midable opponents—the Lindsay fac
ulty. The girls were just beginning
practice, looking toward the win
ning of the championship. To give
them a boost, and to help launch
the campaign, the teachers agreed
to forego work, dignity, and rheu
matics long enough to show just how
a real game of baseball should
be played. The game ended witih
the score 5-5. The tie will be
played off at an early date.
LINOSAY STREET NEWS
PUPILS WHO ATTAINED
Mary Long Benbow
Annie Ware Caffey
J. D. McNairy
Mary Leigh Causey.
I think it’s awful for a boy to
have to go to school;
He has to study hist’ry, and mind
the teacher’s rule.
And while you have to get up and
your ’rithmetic recite,
The butterflies are flyin’ and the
sun is shinin’ bright.
And then I think, “when the day
But just that second something big,
“You’d be better off if you hadn’t
eaten those buns,
Buns, buns, buns.
NEWS NOTES FROM ASKEBORO-
The Birds’ Welcome
(Based on Birds of Killingsworth)
“Welcome, ye birds,” said the peo
ple of the town,
“For we know at last our mistake
has been found;
Ye gay robbins and sad crows.
And sparrows are all welcome ye
The blue-bird and the ravens too.
Were welcomed again when the rest
And then when class is over, and I
have to stay in after school
I see the other boys go to the ole’
If I could make the laws and rules
I’d say ’at none uv the boys an
Would have to go to school.
—Rebecca Heath, Grade 5B.
Two, four, six, eight, and ten.
Get you up for your pen
Get on your muscle;
It’s time to hustle
For it’s time for Palmer writing.
Come on children, don’t delay;
Send you papers off today
If you’ve got correct movement
Then perhaps you’ll get the certifi
cate for improvement
When it’s time for Palmer Writ-
-Margaret High, Grade 7A.
* * ♦
The hardest study that I know
And the very one in which I’m slow
It always was a very hard job
And makes some little girls sob
When the History exam comes roll
And the teacher gets out his book
Some boys and girls like History
But to me it remains a mystery
—Mary Lyon Leak, Grade 7A.
At night when all the lights are out.
We missed your songs so gay and
As you flew over the house-top,
valley, and tree;
Never before had we such a ter
Or did we know what fortunes ye
Insects and worms were in every
And they dropped from the trees
to fall on me.
So welcome, ye birds, of every kind,
Welcome to this dreary land of
Never no more will we run you
For we know what fortune will
have to pay;
Welcome ye birds and live all day.
Here, instead of far away.
—Doris Hogan, 6A-I.
Scholarship List far March
Mary Jane Whartom
Grade 5 B.
was my mother and father
in. their bed. There were carpets,
and oh! so many things that you
could not see at the palace of Zeus.
But at last I found it was a dream,
nothine but a wonderful dream.
Once more I hear the robins sing;
They liave so long been still
The very songs they seem to sing.
Bring messages of the hills.
Again we see the violets peep
From out their leafy bed so deep.
Once more the leaves and flowers
In beauty rare, and new untold,
—Rosalie Andrews. 8B-1.
The Announcement of Spring
Spring is coming, spring is coming.
So the woodland creatures say.
The blue bird is singing,
Her sweet notes ringing,
Announcing that spring’s on the
Spring is coming, spring is coming,
The children sing as they play.
The flowers are waking,
Their sweet buds breaking
To greet the spring’s glad day.
—Mary E. King, 8&-1.
Hazel and Annie are
Very good friends,
They visit each other
When summer time come.
When Annie is skating,
There Toots will be found,
And when I go with them,
I am sure to fall down.
Oh, spring came over the hill
And spring came over the moun
And she woke up the brooklets.
And she woke up the fountains.
Oh, she passed over the meadow,
And she passed through the wood:
Oh, she left not one dismal shadow
In the meadow or in the wood.
As we were coasting down Menden
I surely performed a terrible feal.
I tripped on a stone
And fell on my knees
And when I got up
I was ill at ease.
And all of life burst forth,
The beauty of spring to see.
Oh, but the spring is lovely,
A lovely maid is she!
—Wade Stockard, 7B-L
folks is big and merry,
And some is liT and sad;
Some is fat as a berry,
And some is skinny as bad.
I’se neither one, and somehow, Ps
As I’m jes’ me—’at’s all!
All folks is differena an’ I is too
You never see me do what othei
I’se jes’ myself, and I’ll do and be
Jes’ what is made and ’spected of
The work that is ready and waiting
Done; So I’me glad I’se me—
—Zaidee Smith, 7A-1.
Dr. Williams Speaks
Dr. J. A. Williams, prominent
surgeon of this city, spoke to the
eighth grades of Asheboro St.
School on the subject of Rome. As
the eighth grades have taken up
Latin his lectures were the more
interesting and has proven useful
to us in our study.
Dr. Williams took up the history
of Rome; told of its ancient ruins,
cathedrals, streets, and historic spots.
The Seven Hills of Rome, the Cat
acombs, the Pantheon, the Gate of
St. Sabastian, the Colosseum. St.
Paul’s Cathedral, St. Peter’s Cathe
dral, the Vatican, the Appian Way,
and the Forum, were interestingly
We are grateful to Dr. Williams
for this lecture because it has added
so much to our interest in Latin.
Dr. Williams has traveled in Rome
for several months. This was one
of the best lectures we have heard
—Beverly Moore, 8B-1.
A Dream I once Had
One very dark night I put on
my wings and flew far, far away
up to the palace of Zeus. He was
very glad to see me for he ordered
all the gods to have a celebration
in my honor. At that celebration
I had wine, meats of all kinds,
fruits, candies, cakes of all kinds,
and vegetables. When the celebra
tion was over I told Zeus that I
had to fly back to heaven. He
was very much grieved that I had
to fly back to heaven, but
With Annie on one side
And Toots on the other,
I hobbled along,
Till we reached Hazel’s mother-
She had seen me fall
And thought it no- joke,
For she was quite sure
Some bones I had broke.
She bandaged my knee
With black salve and white;
So without further trouble
I arrived home all right.
— Bettie Brown, 81
LIMERICKS— By 8B-L
The Girlie From Trake
There was a small girlie from Trake
Who ti'ied some cookies to bake-
The stove was too cold,
The flour too old;
So she drowned her small self ^
—Mary Lynn Carlson, 86*1
Little Joe C.
There once was a boy named Joe
And a funny little boy was he.
He stumped his toe,
And cried out “Oh!
This is the end of me.”
—Joe Mann, 8B-T
was a young lady f^®®
letters she wrote
To town she would go,
The people to show,
theless let me go. So I flew back! The liters she wrote
to heaven but how different it
was from what it had been! There
—Thelma Niles, 8BT-