Dwight Township High School - Rudder Yearbook (Dwight, IL)

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zos MAN OF THE SOIL Did you ever see the man of the soil Whose heart, whose mind, whose whole being Never goes beyond the earth Upon which his feet are Stolidly planted? Where his hands are made To claw and grub among the rot Which constitutes the soil. The man whose job is that of a worm, Dredging the soil, Watering it, protecting it, babying it Like a newly conceived babe. The ground is his infant And the sky is its crib. The green grass is the blanket, The loam is the sheet. The rain is the milk To ake its youth bloom m . And the earth answers His call When the man of the soil Has the seed of life sown. --- Richard Weicker. OH, FOR GOODNESS' SAKE! One morning as I lay in bed, I heard the loud thunder over head. What a terrible blast! Would it forever last? Suddenly my head seemed to shake Violently --- this was no fake! I knew---I knew---it was an earthquake. Suddenly I realized it was only me and not the bed that was shaking--- Maybe this was only an earthquake in the making. So, I tried to arise --- And much to my surprise, It was only I that was shaking. I stepped from my bed, shaking from foot to head. I called for the maid, and ordered hot lemonade. I told her the doctor must be notified, But still I wasn't satisfied --- Why was I worried so? I must know! Page Sixty-Six At last Doctor Dew arrived. What! --- Are you still alive? I had never seen this Doctor Dew What would he make me rue? Just my temperature he took And recorded it, normal in a book. Then he took my pulse beat, Which was no treat. After a complete examination of me --- his shaking patient, He said, Your health is perfect, I can find no reason for your defect. Suddenly I felt a terrible bang on my head. I thought sure I must be dead, So I did the last thing, And pinched myself till it did sting--- Hol Ho! --- What a foolish thing, I had only been dreaming. --- By Virginia Kepplinger.

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get --..----.-.--. - -- - THE POET'S PAGE TOUCHING I hate the sung I hate the moon, I hate light, I hate darkness! Why? Because my hands Cannot hold them --- cannot Feel them. They are vague. They are misty. I must have and Hold things --- if not, No reality is there --- nothing. I must handle each and every flower, As well as see the color Vfhich it reflects. I must hold each and every hand Of the friendships I acquire. I must clutch thought securely Before I know its meaning. My hands, both physical and mental, Must caress all things To know just what they are It is a fault That my hands are so groping It is my doom That I shall be slapped For trying to love life that way To FEEL --- that everlasting ache Which makes me stretch my hands And grab the things that first Augment my sense of feeling A curse? Yes! Oh, God! relieve me! Richard Wexcker 7 Q 7 before me A MIDNIGHT FANTASY Once upon a midnight hour Still I pondered long and sour On a problem forgotten long before What would equal y, thought I, When suddenly there came a cry As of someone laughing at me And the homework I abhor. Startled, I listened, then 'Tis our radio, I muttered, Screeching through our parlor door, Only this and nothing moref, Oh, how dreadfully I feared the morrow. Vainly had I sought to borrow, From my friends whose heads are hollow Knowledge of the homework I abhor, Of the hard and useless homework Which I shall do no more. There I sat behind my curtain Timid, afraid, and still uncertain, Doubting, worrying, what had made that noise before? Then to ease my quaking heart Constantly, hurriedly I repeated 'Tis my neighbor's nightly snore, Only this and nothing more. Still the horrible thought persisted What had made that noise before? At last, nervous and full of terror, I determined to correct my error. Slowly, cautiously, I crossed the room Accompanied by my faithful broom. At last, with one desperate querk At the door --- I gave a jerk. Joyfully, I saw the mass Of Rover, my dog, come home at last. --- William Anderson. Page Sixty-Five

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-ffl CALENDAR Dx: L Z August Qi N,-In 31 Get set! We are beginning the 1931-32 term. M Ali I September 4, fl 1 The Seniors held council and elected Rudder Staff Class 3 I 5 X IA Oflicers , 1 2 It was rumored that two Freshman boys enrolled in the L Girls' Physical Education class. Senior rings may be ordered within the next week. Glee Club for Girls was organized. 8 G.A.A. club organized today. Eight more stragglers came to endure the Sanle Coufse. 10 Home Economics club and Dramatic club organized today. What next? ll hliual Fall happening school starts at eight o'clock because of game. G.A.A 1 e. 16 Some more clubs organized! What this time? Language club and Baseball team for Girls. 21 Book Reports! First pep meeting of the year held in the D.T.H.S. assembly. 22 We won! The lirst football game of the season. 23 Club and Class pictures were taken. 28 Boys' Glee Club organized tonight. : C A 3 Z9 Seniors were given appointments to have pictures taken. October 1 Debate team was chosen. A cheer leader from the G.A.A. was selected by the members. 2 Success and more of it! Pep meeting went over big! Coach Wallace and Mr. Thompson gave interesting talks. 5 Lots happened today. Rudder Staff pictures were taken. Coach Wallace announced the meeting of all boys interested in basketball. 6 Strange things often happen. Rose Johnston fainted today. The mystery of the case was discovered --- vaccination. Everybody got scratched. 7 Wanted: A set of teachers who won't lose their patience. 8 Proofs of Senior pictures came. 12 No school! Columbus day! 13 A program to have prominent Dwight citizens speak before the assembly was arranged. Mr. John McWilliams spoke on Travel. 14 Six week agonies are here already! 16 Seniors presented their annual circus tonight. 19 Results of Exams. How were they? Ti 22 Mr. Graff, how's the Debate team? He ought to know. N my X li 26 John Hahn makes a habit of getting himself in wrong. V, if ' ' Today he broke a part of the radiator in Miss McClelland's If 47 room. 27 English IA class entertained the assembly with a one-act gr play suggestive of a pep meeting. l 28 It never rains it pours, and how it has poured today. cf .. Page Sixty-Seven