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Show 17 THE DIXIE OWI Socials There is something always doing at the D. N. C. You would have thought so if you could have seen the boys industriously working about the school grounds, at the D and on the Sugar Loaf D Day morning. At noon the Student Body gathered on the Black Hill to eat the perfectly delicious lunch which the girls had prepared. The boys declared that Domestic Science was much more important for a girl to take than Algebra. I wonder why? After luncheon toasts were given and competitive playlets were staged. Lelia Adair toasted the Mistletoe class, Louie Woodbury the Juniors, Orren Taylor the Sophomores and The Leatha Taylor the Preshies. toasts wer snappy and school spirited. was The school staged by the Juniors. was perfectly delighted with it. Every Junior is certainly alive. Their Prom was a wonder to all the students. The hall was a harmonious mass of Japanese fans, lanterns and umbrellas, flowers and butterflies. The in the school colors were D shaped. Never such a dance have we had at the D. N. C. The dance given in the evening by the Seniors was a joy to all in attendance. The hall looked like a book Easter scene. Bunnies, picture chicks and eggs were scampering among the stately grass and flowers. of The playlets were bunches wit" tied with one cord called success. They were as follows: Three Bears Freshies, Billy Goat Gruff Sophomores, The Adventures of a Plain Anna Mule Juniors, Little Red Hen Seniors and College. The play, Oh! You Going Home Athletics Jane! pro-gia- Katherine Miles. I should like to see Miss Smith: the man I would promise to love, honor, and obey. Miss Scorup: Yes, Im sure you would, dear. Bert T: Say, Tom, have you read Freckles. Tom, abstractedly: No, mine are all brown. Some men are like the little boy who disliked his teacher because she didnt teach him nothin that he knew. Now that our school year is near- ing completion we would like to congratulate the students of the D. N. C. on the loyal and enthusiastic support they have contributed to us in our Dixie has ever athletic activities. played and played well; always seeking for competition, occasionally meeting defeat, but never giving up in the game because her opponent was the stronger. Even though her victories over her competitors are not numerous we are proud of what she has done, and especially are we proud of the attitude she has taken toward athletics. Her motto is, Go into the game. Show your opponent that youre a sport and intend to win if possible, but do it right. Thus far in our athletics we feel that our aims have been accomplish- merely wanted to make good, which we all feel assured that we have done. And what is more, we realize that better material is being developed, which will make us more efficient in the event of future athletic activities. Wm. Pulsipher, Athletic Mgr. ed. We IX THESE GREEN DAYS Reviving sickness lifts her languid head ; Life flows afresh; and young-ey- d health exalts The whole creation round. Contentment walks The sunny glade, and feels an inward bliss Spring oer his mind, beyond the power of Kings To purchase. DEBATING ontiniunl from pup- r- IrtJ been forced to put all out energy making up back work. We may say to those who would have liked to debate, that their opportunity will be here next year when we have more time and no Flu. Keith Seegmiller. to-wa- id Mr. in examination, Romney, wrote a question on the board and then asked the class if they saw anything pecular in it. After a short Yes sir, the pause Orval answered, bad writing. School days are nearly over, And he's going home, In the woods the butterflies hover, As hes going home. Only a kid, dirty but sweet, Going home. Tripping along with merry feet, Going home. The school days passed too quickly away, (He's going horns! ) The years pass on and then one day, Hes going home. Back to the woods and meadows free. Blessed home, Back to the land of bird and bee. His childhood home. Old age comes knocking at the door, To take him home, God called his to another shore, And hes going home. Fye Knell BEHOLD HER 20. ! Consider the maiden! Lo, though the winds blow and chilleth, she weareth upon her feet sandals that are low and hose that are silk. And the neck of her gown existeth not. Vet she sweareth she is as warm as toast. She goeth forth into the highways and she carrieth a party box, and therein are many strange things wherewith to kalsomine her countenance. Puffs there are, and the skin of the chamois, and many pigments, white as the lilies of Hebron and red as the skies of Jordon. She maketh up where she listeth and careth not who observeth, and though her lips become as pomegranite, yet she that there is any color in the stuff. With a gaze of reproof she telleth thee that it is camphor ice and that it tinteth not. And behold she She goeth putteth it over on thee. forth at night and she tangoeth until dawn is on the mountains and the morning breeze stirs the cedars, and she is not a bit tired. But when her mother begs her to go up to the market place for a cubit of calico, lo she Wonder-ou- s withereth upon the vine. are the ways of women ! You bet! Mile. Mischief. de-nie- th All truth is precious, if not all divine, and what dilates the powers must needs refine. |