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PAGE TWO ADMINISTRATIVE NEWS 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. Sincerely yours, Edward W. Bok. —Charles Lambert, Grade 7A. Sadie Sharp William Byers. Grade 7B-1. Dorothy Donell Jack Kleemier R. J. Whittington Ruth Ferree Graham Cockrane. Grade 7A-2. Mildred Knight Frances Hart Edna Farmer Madelyene Hubbard Egbert McNairy Grade 7A-1. Mary Lyon Leak Rose Schachner Louvine Hunter Elizabeth Wilson Kathleen Lashley. And the ghost comes round about, I feel a sort of shuddering fear. Like spooks and goblins are hover ing near. So I ducks my head and shuts my eyes, And imagine I see about my size A goblin, all clothed in the purest white. Just like the beams of a moonlight night. 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 SCHOLARSHIP AVERAGE FOR MARCH Grade 5B. Archie Joyner Jane Crabtree Rieves Moon Millie Allred Rebecca Heath Mary Long Benbow Grade 5A. Edward Michaels William Spradlin Adelaide Fortune Audra Everhardt. Grade 5A. David Stern Emma Hardee William Hart William Parsons. Grade 6B. Elizabeth Boyst Margaret Bobbitt Katharine Lambe Elizabeth Stevens Dixon Thacker. Grade 6A.-2 Annie Ware Caffey Marianna Murphy Melford Wilson Elizabeth Apple Lee Vanstory. Grade 6A-1. J. D. McNairy Davis Hodgin Emma Griffin Annette Donavant Katherine Nowell Mary Leigh Causey. Grade 7B-2. Margaret Sockwell Eugenia Isler Margaret Blaylock LINDSAY LYRICS School 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 light comes” But just that second something big, black hums, “You’d be better off if you hadn’t eaten those buns, Buns, buns, buns. •—Jacqueline Alderman. NEWS NOTES FROM ASKEBORO- PEARSON 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 know.” The blue-bird and the ravens too. Were welcomed again when the rest were few. And then when class is over, and I have to stay in after school I see the other boys go to the ole’ swimming pool, If I could make the laws and rules I’d say ’at none uv the boys an girls Would have to go to school. —Rebecca Heath, Grade 5B. Palmer Writing 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. * * ♦ History The hardest study that I know And the very one in which I’m slow Is History It always was a very hard job And makes some little girls sob and sob That History. When the History exam comes roll ing round And the teacher gets out his book of brown It’s History. Some boys and girls like History But to me it remains a mystery That History. —Mary Lyon Leak, Grade 7A. At Night At night when all the lights are out. We missed your songs so gay and free, As you flew over the house-top, valley, and tree; Never before had we such a ter rible spring, Or did we know what fortunes ye bring. Insects and worms were in every tree. And they dropped from the trees to fall on me. So welcome, ye birds, of every kind, Welcome to this dreary land of mine; Never no more will we run you away. 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 Grade 7A-1 Arthur Campbell Carlton Wilder Alma Wells. Grade 8B-1. Hazel Allred Bernice Apple Elizabeth Brown Mary Jane Whartom Grade 8B-2 Ruth Heath Matilda Robinson. Grade 6A. Daphne Hunt Annie Cagle Clem Campbell- Grade 5 B. Richard Freeman Rutle Jones. Grade 4A. Elizabeth Ayers Treva Williams Mildred Michael. Dorothy O’Connor Louise Reynolds Bernard Jenkins Jack Mundy Garland Whitefield- Grade 6B. Louise Dick Mabel Smith Francis Murchison. Grade 7B. Lios Freeland Norris Long James Stewart Margaret Freeland Mary Baker Fay Bennett Elsie Neese. Grade 5A. Lottie Wall Harvey Anderson Dale Johnson Ruth Mendenhall Francis Nowlan Lynette Williams Mary Berry 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. Spring 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 unfold 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 way. 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. Skating 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. Spring Oh, spring came over the hill And spring came over the moun tain, 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 hall Street, 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 Some Jes’ Me 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 glad. As I’m jes’ me—’at’s all! All folks is differena an’ I is too You never see me do what othei folks do; I’se jes’ myself, and I’ll do and be Jes’ what is made and ’spected of me, The work that is ready and waiting to be Done; So I’me glad I’se me— ’at’s all —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 described. 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 this year. —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 ^ the lake. —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 Theri A Limerick was a young lady f^®® Salem, letters she wrote mail ’em, To town she would go, The people to show, Long 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 to yoa^S Balem. —Thelma Niles, 8BT-
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