1905 West Des Moines High School Annual

Prof. Weeks FACULTY TRAITS Professor Weeks: Plays solitaire and gives every student a long chance. Any inattention has a wonderful effect on the order of the cards. A wonderful athletic manager.
Miss Kostomalatsky: Students arise to recite or flunk as the case may be.
Miss Fowler: One of the most charming members of the faculty. It's hard for students to give close attention to anything but the teacher.
Mr. Merrill: Hundreds of variations on annual geometrical jokes. "Because all horses are quadrupeds, all quadrupeds are not horses."
Mr. Higgins: Calls only on pupils in rear seats. If you don't want to recite, hold up your hand.
Miss Perkins: Favorite pastime, daily tests. Questions on Euruopean travel have beneficial effects upon grades.
Miss Allabach: Students with loving dispositions preferred. "If a girl, you are all right and safe."
Miss Kyle: Admires good students, likes 'Lexis and loves literature. Fifteen off for note-books.
Mr. Smith: A prince among the fellows.
Miss Beeson: An authority on mathematics. Fair and congenial. Admired by every student.

Drawing of a lady singing 1905 CLASS SONG

Words by Eleanor Moore, '05.
Music by Gail Wilson, '05.

All honor, praise, and glory be from nineteen-five,
To you, West High, we pledge the faith of nineteen-five,
For the lessons you have taught us,
For the blessings you have brought us,
We will loyal be to you, West High.

(Chorus)
Stain to your honor we'll never contrive.
Faithful and true is the class of '05.
Faithful, tho' parted from school and from class,
Nineteen-five, oh, nineteen-five will love you to the last.

'Though swift have sped the years away, it comes at last,
Our saddest day, our parting day from tasks now past.
Nor years, nor miles can sever
Your bond will hold us ever,
Our happiest days have been with you, West High.

(Chorous)

TRUE TO HIS FIRST LOVE

I kind o' like to quit my work,
Once in a while or two,
On such occasions as I can,
And, dearest, think of you.

For four long years I called on you
A time or two a day,
You gave me great encouragement,
At last, sent me away.

But I don't mid something like that!
The long and short of you,
Now still bring pleasant thoughts to mind
"As nothing else will do."

What e'er you say, what e'er you do,
Once in a while I'll try
To get away from all my cares,
And think of Old West High.

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