Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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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'

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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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THE AEGIS You shut the sun away from me, plaintively murmured the pansy, Mplease, Mrs. I-Iollyhock, if you'd only bend just a little- Nonsense ! was the unfeeling interruption, it is your own fault if you don't get enough sunshine. You put all your strength into those soft, foolish little blossoms of yours, instead of trying to grow tall and straight so that you could reach for your own sunshine. Then, you 'are continually complaining to others, who have succeeded in becoming a little more independent and capable than youf' N ever mind, little Pansy, called a scarlet geranium from across the path, your blossoms are a great deal prettier than Mrs. Hollyhock's even if you don't get so much sun. She thinks she is the queenliest flower growing, but I wouldn't give a dew-drop for all her height and stateliness. Just watch her flirt with that sunbeam. Bah! The delicate cosmos in the next bed, waved their slender fingers, and shook their heads in dismay, upon overhearing this conversation. Mercy! What are we coming to,'! sighed one. Mrs Hollyhock thinks of no one but herself 5 little Pansy is gloomy and out-of-sorts and our own gay Geranium- S:ister,', complained the frail pink flower, next her, ayou bend yourself against my petals every time you emphasize a word. Do stiffen yourself against Mr. Breeze or at least manage to keep in your own territory. And I might add, continued the first one, indignantly, 'that when even the members of one's own family begin grumbling and complaining, simply be- cause they are jealous of the attention Mr. Breeze is showing one, then, surely, the limit of endurance is reached. And with a sniff of utter disgust, she turned away. From the farthest corner, the white lily lifted its drooping head and sent, in the motion, a subtle breath of ethereal sweetness to the uttermost parts of the garden. But when the ivy, creeping on the stone wall, smelled it, he turned his face in scorn. Ughl he grumbled, 'fMadame Lily is more vain of her perfume than a thousand such colorless plants ought to be. Some of these days, the gardener will come in and clip oi her blossoms, and, then, how will she feel, all bare and shorn o her beauty. I'd rather depend upon my leaves and not have to be afraid every minute of being robbed of my splendor. And with a sigh of satisfaction he leisurely stretched a delicate thread-like tendril over the rough stone before him. But his supreme content was short-lived. A purple snap-dragon below him was quarreling with a saucy little daisy and the sound of their querulous voices drowned the message Mr. Breeze was trying to whisper in his ear. f'Be still, down therelu he finally called irritably, it would be a great pity if every fiower in this garden couldn't get into a testy humor and shout at the top of his voice, just when somebody else is trying to carry on a conversation with a visitor. Now then, Mr. Breezef' But Mr. Breeze had Heated away to the rose-bush to woo the softly blushing buds, just unfolding their petals to the sunlight, so that poor Mr. Ivy was left in a worse mood than ever. He took out his spite on an unsuspecting sweet-pea near- 15