juniors
Motto - "Conquerer, but still conquering"
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Yell:
Juniors! Juniors! O.H.S.
Freddie Yeater
President
The east room was
filled with the Juniors of the place,
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Bertram Brawn
Dorman
Granville
Lucille
Doyle
Eva Eby
Irl
Michaels
Ray
Morley
Marguerite
Roberts
Helen
Sommers
And great mirth was seen in each simple little face.
As they studied Latin words with hearts appall,
Mr. Lee's quick footsteps were heard in the hall.
He walked to the desk with a dignified air,
Fixed his eyes on the Juniors' stare,
Then placing one hand on his princely shaped head,
He pulled his great nose, thinking what should be said,
Not a sound was heard, the room grew so still,
Each listened to hear the Professor's stern will.
Then, smoothing his glorious brown hair to his head,
He drew a long breath and solemnly said:
"I'm so much pleased with your work this year,
Of course Freddie giggled and Bert laughed out loud,
But with one look from the Professor quickly they cowed.
He was somewhat confused in his purpose and plan,
But with keen and firm look he commenced again:
"I told you people last fall, that when spring returned,
If good work you'd done and enough credits earned
You might organize a class with officers great,
But even these were not to run late.
A great proposition you now present,
I hope each young heart will be well content.
Now the new plan we agreed will run in this wise --
Each class shall take their rhetorical teacher in
advise."
To this those dear Juniors did in sorrow lament.
"Oh, Mr. Lee," said Helen, "We can never consent
to take this strange man into confidence with us;
Why just suppose there should come up a class fuss."
Then said the professor "You know it's a very bad rule
To have a class fuss and bring reproach on our school.
Mr. McCune is so affectionate, loving and meek,
If you'll tell him your secrets, there is nothing he'll
leak."
At this moment Lucille with spirit gay and light
Says, "I think that this plan will surely be all right."
Then sturdy young Irl with coarse, tawny hair
Arose to his feet with a curious stare,
And scratching the top of his ponderous head
He turned to the Professor and solemnly said:
"I do not think our class would want to bring
Reproach on our school by an disgraceful thing
And this plan of organization, I'm sure will be
An honor great to us and to our blest country."
There followed a pause of five minutes or more,
When noted young Bertram stepped out on the floor;
He coughed loud to clear his unmusical throat
And clasped the lapels of his new striped coat,
Then raising his voice to a high nasal key,
Brought out a few points anybody could see.
There passed but one moment, when poor little Ray
With two tones in his voice proceeded to say:
"Well if we ever take a notion to put up our flag,
I'm afraid Mr. McCune will be a great drag.
Then Marguerite with very quick motion
Jumped up and said, "I second that motion."
There was one little member who took no part
And this was Eva with innocent heart.
When Marguerite sat down, Fred with great ease
Exclaimed without rising a few solid ideas.
He said, "If we don't have some class spirit, I fear
We can't publish a Cardinal worth shucks next year."
But lo, all at once Granville attempted to speak;
His accent was low and exceedingly weak,
He tore up his paper and shuffled his feet,
His plain, nervous features turned red as a beet,
And with quivering lips and faltering voice
Said he know not which organization was his choice.
When Granville sat down the bell commenced ringing
But still for class organization, Bertram was clinging.
At this moment stood McCune at the deck in repose,
And brought the discussion to a glorious close.