The Sauk Centre herald. (Sauk Centre, Stearns County, Minn.) 1886-current, 1924-06-05
SCHOOL NOTES

Monday evening May 26, the class of
1924 of the Sank Centre public
schools prepared a very interesting
program which showed the versatility
Of the various members of the class.
In appreciation of the courtesies
shown the Herald by the class of
1924. we publish herewith the out
standing features of the Class Day
Exercise program:
CLASS SONG
(Tune of Little Brown Church in
\ There's a class she iea valss Sank Centre
That's a class way down to the core:
No class will / hold in my memory,
Like the class of twenty-four.
Oh blue o; and gold o1,r are our colors;
And our motto is Onward and Up
And We're true to it every hour.
We have travelled the Highway of
Learning;
The knowledge ship we have named,
And now at the end of our journey,
We firm and Loyalty stand.
We now are the mighty Seniors.
Going 1Oftn out INTO the WOTlQ,
And our motto to all we are calling.
And our banner to all is unfurled
Newell Barnard.
Po M
This is about our day of school.
When we did mind the Golden Rule.
When 1 was just a Freshman green,
We s au taS hard ierd or harder e yet.
Or stay for time it was, you bet.
The Principal we had you know,
Did keep us always on the go.
Tt was Miss Chelgren, by the way
And that is all for her I'll say.
Our Freshman year was not so bad,
Though sometimes it was kinder sad;
For on the time list we would go,
And stay till evening lights did glow.
Our Algebra we had to get,
Though sometimes it was hard to sit,
And think and think Of A plus G,
When all outdoors was light and free.
Now grammar was our English work,
And Oh, how we did try to shirk;
The nouns, the pronouns, verbs, and
All made us work to beat the dutch.
But past is all our Freshman fame;
We've left that building there SO tame,
And in the Senior High are We
Where flying corks, and chalk you see.
There Mr.. Scott laid down his rules,
And Sophomores worked like little
fools,
While Juniors, Seniors all had fun
Through every hour that school was
run.
But after we were there while.
We too got used to Senior style,
And when teachers eyes were turned,
The chalk went flying unconcerned.
Who it hit or where it lit,
But when the teacher'it did hit,
Then all was quiet as the dead;
A voice was heard from up ahead,
"Who threw that chalk, now answer
men'
But no one stirred not even he.
1t passed as other things did pass.
Our Sophomore days were near their
last.
From Senior midst there was a sound
OF memory books a going round.
Each had chance at writing; for,
1t even came to Sophomore.
1t took a period sometimes too,
To write a little thing or two
For Seniors who were very soon
To leave us and our merry tune.
English and French and Geometry,
Science, Latin and Biology;
These were the subjects that we took;
Some plodded through, while others
forsook.
But now our Sophomore days are DER
For ever and for ever more.
And Juniors next we were to be,
And happy faces you could see.
Our Principal that year was Andy,
And he surely made a dandy;
We walked about and talked right
out,
And notes went flying round about.
Some caught his eye and Oh, what
Up to his desk their way did wend
The writer's face turned every color,
And no eea was on bst f %o1d end IT,
He'd keep his eye on the one that
sent it
! Now coming back to Junior classes;
Our Junior Glass of lads and lassies
Was better than e'er a class could be,
The reason you can plainly see.
Our class production Mr.. Bob
With many laugh, and thrill and
Was played with wonderful success;
We thought it better than the best.
The. prom that year was big affair.
No better prom was ever there.
But here must not stop too long,
For time goes on and on and on,
It never speeds, 1t does not wait,
But goes right on at the same G!d rate
Now mighty Seniors is our cry,
We've worked the top Of S. c. High.
The subjects that we took this time,
Were more advanced and more refined.
Our English -Four we all thought aw-
When Chaucer would be memorized.
- seete
The droghte of Marche hath perced to
That's foo part of it, there's lot more
though;
We had TO learn it all just So.
Our Principals did change again:
From Anderson the tall and thin;
To Mr.. Otis short and stout,
A man who's always looking out
For students who are wasting time,
A dreaming of some girl divine.
For these are cases to be found.
AS one beholds the rusticS round.
A few there are who sit and talk,
They'd rather talk than take a walk.
He gets them too, and stops their tune,
He puts them in private room.
Then if they talk and talk who cares,
They only talk to empty chairs.
But here I cannot stop too long;
] must be ever moving on.
And now our days of school are Ger
We tired no more the class room floor.
Our ship of knowledge we have
Through calm and storm on every
hand.
Now into port we safely sail,
Where all success and wealth prevail
Our cargo is a precious spoil,
And earned by many years of toll.
Newell H. barnard.
THE CLASS HISTORY
Nine little youngsters starting off to
Nine little youngsters in the old red
Now we will sing you pretty little
tune,
Hurrah for "a.
Now. comes Rita and that makes US
ten,
wouldn't it seem funny to be in that
old gym.
Ten happy youngsters in the Third
grade are we,
Hurrah for "a.
Fifth Grade brings Ruth and that