Belleville Township High School - Bellevinois Yearbook (Belleville, IL)

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Time is the essence of our lives. It is the never ending element which rules over us from birth till death. Moving onward— ever onward — as the hands on the clock — move our very lives. . . . Though lives will cease time moves on. “Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And, departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time; Footprints, that perhaps another, Sailing o’er life’s solemn main, A forlorn and shipwrecked brother, Seeing, shall take heart again.’’ Longfellow

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New Electrical Shop Building “l recommend you to take care of the minutes for the hours will take care of themselves.” Chesterfield B.T.H.S. enrollment has grown from 389 students in 1916-17 when our school was found¬ ed to 1714 students in 1955-56. Naturally the faculty and number of em¬ ployees has grown in proportion with the num¬ ber of students to 81 teachers and 17 board members and employees. With this tremendous growth has come the new schedule system of three shifts. This shift system was originated in an effort to take care of the crowded condition of our campus.. This year we have also started an expansion program to accommodate our growth. Houses were moved and ground was broken for new buildings. This is just the beginning of the gradual process of enlargement needed to house the ever increasing numbers of students at B.T.H.S.

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To Mr, Karch wrote some lines once on a time In wondrous merry mood, And thought, as usual, men would say They were exceeding good. They were so queer, so very queer, l laughed as I would die; Albeit, in the general way, A sober man am 1. I called my servant, and he came; How kind it was of him To mind a slender man like me, He of the mighty limb! “These to the printer,” I exclaimed, And, in my humorous way, I added (as a trifling jest), “T here ll be the devil to pay.” He took the paper , and I watched, And saw him peep within; At the first line he read, his face Was all upon the grin. He read the next; the grin grew broad, And shot from ear to ear; He read the third; a chuckling noise l now began to hear. rhe fourth; he broke into a roar; The fifth; his waistband split; The sixth; he burst five buttons off, And tumbled in a fit. Ten days and nights, with sleepless eye, I watched that wretched man, And since , l never dare to write As funny as I can. Oliver Wendell Holmes