The High School Life from Clay Center, Kansas • 1

The' High School Life Published Monthly by The Students of The Clay County High School Clay Center, Kansas. NUMBER 4. VOL. VL Life. Life has many and varied ends, But the best that it bring is the love of friend Love is the pulse of heart and brain; No man with friends has lived in vain.

And so together we'll live and quaff, For the sake of the wheat we'll take the chaff, Yesterday's gone, tomorrow's not here; Today is the middle of the whole round year. Oh the bad is good and the good is better And the best is the best of all The past and the future are nowhere near; Today's all right, let's give it a cheer! EDWIN ASA DIN. Life is a nut; you never can tell Just what's inside till you crack the shell. The meat may be fresh or it may be dry; Whichever it is, it is worth the try. Life is gloomy, life is glad; Life is a mixture, good and bad; And whether you scold or whether you sing Depends on the way you take the thing.

It's long been commonly understood That the good die young, and the young die good; But life's worth clay or gold; Let's live to prove that the good die old. Mother Goose Troubles. Little Jack Horner eating his Christmas pie but he looked sad for he couldn't find any plum no matter how much he stuck in his thumb. He was just blaming Simple Simon who was fishing for a whale in his mother's pail near by, when we all heard a terrible scream. Looking around I saw it was Miss who had been eating curds and whey when up came a spider and scared poor little Miss Muffet away.

Simple Simon and Jack Horner began to comfort her and forgot their own (roubles. After I had looked clear through the window I found all of Mother Goose's children were there except Little Boy Blue. Upon inquiring where he was I was told "Under the hay stack fast asleep." I then asked who would wake him up, that New Year would soon be here, and that he ought to be with the rest of them but they all cried, "I won't for he'll wear us all out with horn." So I wished them a Happy New Year and started for home. BELLA PERREAULT '14. 'Twas several days after Christmas that as I went past a shop window I heard some one crying.

Looking into the window I saw Little Bo Peep sobbing. Old Mother Hubbard asked her what was the matter and she said she nad lost her sheep and she didn't know wl ere to find them. And besides, she added, "nearly all my dearest friends have been bought to be hung on a beautiful Christmas tree and be given to some little girl or boy who will love them. And here I am in the cold window and will soon be packed in some dark box and will not see daylight until next Christmas." "Oh, well, never mind," replied Old Mother Hubbard, "you'd thin you had troubles if you'd gone to the cupboard for a bone for your dog and found it bare! And as to sheep, just let them alone and they'll come home, bringing their tails behind them." My attention was then drawn to the Old Woman who lived in a shoe. She was whipping her children and putting them to bed because they were crying that they had been left in the window also.

In one corner sat.