Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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THE AEGIS The most generous, lavish Seniors, Money must be had and plenty. There exist two ways to earn it, Two ways are which I will tell you. Shall a sale of pies be given For accomplishing our purpose, For the earning of the money? Or, think you the luscious sandwich More desirous a medium To exchange for filthy lucre. Oh, again I urge you, Seniors, Ponder deeply on this question, And with all heed give your answer To this project of great momentf' IV. Then at once the peace is broken And arises a strange tumult. All is quarreling and dissension, All is wrangling and discussion. Fiercely glare they at each other, Cry they all in wrathful accents, Have a pie salell' No, the sandwich! Till the noise of their contention Rends the air and shakes the building, Makes the very windows rattle With a sound of wrath and fury. Neither wonder nor amazement Shows the face of him, their leader, For it is the right of Szeniors By heredity established Ever thus to disagree, Thus to quarrel and disagree. But he raps upon the table And it is a signal to them To subdue their rage and passion, To endeavor to assent. V. From among the learned concourse Now arises one whose wisdom, One whose intellect a.nd learning Fills each mind with awe and reverence. Solemnly he speaks in this wise, Pies are round! 'Tis I who say it. Let us therefore have a pie sale. 13

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T H E A E G I S A SENIOR POW-WOW- LUCY WASHBURN. I. You shall hear how all the Seniors, The most dignified of students, The most learned and precocious, Carry on a Senior meeting 5 How affairs of state are settled In the gathering of our council, In the assembly of our numbers. II. At the order of our lead-er, At the signal of his pleasure, When grave matters, weighty problems Need the power of minds uncommon, Of' inspired understanding For their difhcult solution, All together we assemble In a great and mighty conclave. Very meet it is and proper That we all are congregated In a room to History given, Hallowed by the haunting memories Of discussions long and many Of the works and deeds of glory Of our long departed fathers In the dim and dusty ages In the time that is no more. III. Then, at length our leader rises And with voice subdued, majestic, Speaks in this wise to his people: Oh, ye Seniors! Ye wise Seniors! Most momentous is the question I, perforce, must put before you. Listen then with close attention To my words of explanation. Always has it been the custom For the Seniors just departing To provide some entertainment For the most deserving Juniors. Now, my people, for a party Worthy to be given by Seniors, 12

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THE AEGIS When his Words of ponderous accent Cease, though all would feign hear further They once more are still and silent And, with looks of awe unbounded, Glance they each one at the other, And remark in gentle Whispers, f'Surely We will have a pie sale 3 Truly heis of great Wisdom Thus to argue, thus to reason. VI. ' c'Oh ye Seniors! speaks the leader ':Wisely have you thus assented, Your discretion once more proven, Free you are, your duty over, To return to your com anions .1 7 To your work and to your pastimes, Till once more I call upon you To decide again in council Some great question of our Welfaref' I VII. Thus it is the noble Seniors, They of wisdom and of learning, Carry on their mystic meetings, Their assemblies and their councils. THE SECRET OF THE FLOWERS ALMA Orcro. The bright sun gleamed down into Miss Aureliafs little old-fashioned garden with a caressing warmth that struck joy to the heart of every sweet-smelling, gaily- tinted blossom thcreg and the air, laden with the scent of the locust bloom Wafted sweet messages to the litle white-haired lady in an upper Window of the house, near-by. A What a beautiful morningli' was her thought, as her glance fell on the pro- fusion of brilliant colors, beneath her Window, and how happy and contented my garden seems! Why, each little blossom is fairly smiling in praise of Mother Naturelv But alas, for the comprehension of mortals! Could the little sweet-faced lady have been changed into a dainty mignonette or a. slender spray of heliotrope, how different would have been her conjecture! The proud hollyhock 'reared her crimson royalty on a stately, unbending stem, disdaining to give, even so much as a glance to the modest little pansy blooming away at her feet. ' 14'