Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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THE AEGIS MR. DOOLEY VISITS THE DRAMATIC CLUB'S ENTERTAINMENT Q- JOHN O'NEIL. Shure Hinnissy! Wantin' to kape up wid th' dlreft iv th' times, I im now enteristin' mesilf in th' dhramatik club in Ameriky, consiquintly I go whir'r th' viry bist is oflired. Not many weeks sinse, I attinded thra plays all in wan evenin', an' they were all iv thim Aixeillint, upliftin', and well dun. By th' well selieted audjience prisint, I cud till at wunoe thet no pains had bin shpared tu make 'th' produeshuns faymus throo th' lingth an' brith iv th' land. I woz glad tu find mesilf whir-r I cud du viry keerful obsarvin'. Th' fir-rst ixhibishun tu be perfarmed wuz wan iv a sintimintal an' dhramatik nachoor. Lookin' on me progrim, I saw it wuz written by a ledy iv th' name iv Jinnie Smith. It wuz a play showin' how difyeult it is f'r wimmin to keep shtillg but ther tungs were held back by th' idee iv a new dhress f'r an approehun weddin'. Becuz iv th' quare acshuns which they hed to go throo, th' nayboors conelooded they hed sum kind iv peshtilinee an' th' helth offiser wuz called, but it all inded in a gineral reeoneillyashun. . Hinnissey, it wuz in this play thet Retehil Harbur, Gleddis Heyden, Lorin Loois, an' Howr-rd Ray made ther futur-rg an' th' City iv Blumin'tun wil-l sind furwurd an army iv players. The nixt play wuz Th' Unixpioted Guests by Willyum Dean Howells. 'Twas here shown eoncloosivly that womin is nachurly a pervarieater. A womin invites a number iv eupples to hev dhinner with her an' her husbind. Th' frinds all begin to come, an' tu th' sorrer iv th' hostis, an unixpieted cupple come. Th' hostis pertinded that she hed ixpieted them, whin indade she hed n't. Thin Hin- nissy, th' poor ledy wuz in thrubel. But her val'unt man hilped her out. An' it all inded by the' hostis raydin' the unixpieted guests' note iv ixeiptince instid iv rayfuzal as she hed thot. The ithieal valyoo iv the dhrama. wuz here appharint thet nhonisty is th' bist polyeyf' This play projooced tu blazin' lights in Hazel Smith and Frasher McIntosh who will hereafther, I im thold, make ther livin' on th' stage. Thin Hinnissy, I shtarted to go but a fellow thold me ther wuz anither play. I thot he wuz wan iv th' frishmin thryin' tu kid me, bu whin I looked on me pro- grim, ther wuz wan an' it wuz called Set in Turkquoisf' Th' seen wuz layed in Oryintal parts an' the seenery wuz butayful. Tl1is play had a viry complyeated p-lot. Th' Count made a wayger wid th' Countis thet he will not be jilous iv her. She wid th' hilp iv a gir-rl frind ar-rouse th' jilousy iv th' Count so much thet he choked th' aeeumplace iv the Countis. It wuz so thrue tu liff thet I lifted me sate to interfare in behilf iv th' ledy, but wuz called to me sinses by th' kindness iv a mimber pullin' me by me coat tail. Thin the Countis explayned an' got an imirild nieeklis as th' wayger. The wurruds iv the seen, wuz large, mouth-iillin, an' poetic. Mr. Fir-rohmin wuz lookin' f'r Earl Ewert and Hilin Parmilee but ther parints objietid to ther beeomin' perfesshunils, an' ther ye ar-re. The plays wuz th' bist T ,iver seen and the admishun wuz only fiftayne cints, an' by th' time th' perfarmers hev perfarmed a ye-er more, large silaries will be watin' f'r thim. E 27

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THE AEGIS THE SAD SOPHOMORES SOLILOQUY MARGARET HAYWARD. fWith abject apologies to William Shakespearej To dig, or not to dig,-that is the question 5 Whether tis better to thrust aside with virtuous hand the merry invitation to the dance, Or gladly take the joy that beams upon our wayward paths, And in so doing fail? To toil,-to moilg- To burn the midnight lamp, and, by our toil, to say we end The dread suspense that waits upon each student ln these classic halls,-'tis a consummation Devoutly to be wished. To work,-to delve,- To dig! perchance to Hunk I-Ay, there's the rub! For in that heartless quiz upon the morrow What questions may be sprung Must give us pause. There's the thing That makes calamity of so long cramming 5 But who would bear the shrugs and sneers of 'Csharks, Their haughty mien, their scornful eyes! To think of all our pangs of envy, tears of rage, When we have torn us from our textbooks' gracious anchor And are flung upon uncharted seas of airy questionings With which our smiling tutor doth us enrage! When we might drown our cares 5 toss to the winds our woes, Ay, and to the Majestic go! There, to contemplate The classic dance, and tinkling music, which To our bruised and wounded spirit ministers a soothing balm. Who would bookish burdens bear, To groan and writhe under a weary task, But that the dread of something after school A summons to the Presence so august, from which No luckless Wight returns unscathed, puzzles the will And makes us rather bear those ills we have, Than Hy to others that We know not of ? Thus, conscience Q?j doth make cowards of us all 5 And thus the native bent to indolence Is sicklied oter with the pale cast of fear 3 And enterprises of great joy and revelry, Do thus, with thoughts of those all-powerful slips,'7 And that unfailing Eye, their currents turn awry, And lose the name of action. 26

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T H E A E G I S VIVE LA COOKERY MAID Zan THAXTON. There was a young maiden, to cooking school went. Vive la. cookery maid. On dishes delicious her mind was intent. Vive la cookery maid. Her apron was dainty, her cap it was neat, The figure she made was distractingly sweet 3 Brut the things she concocted, a goat would not eat. Vive la cookery maid. She started on doughnuts that would not cook through. Vive la cookery maid. She toiled with the soup but they used itlfor glue. Vive la cookery maid. They used her plum pudding to poison the rats 5 Her griddle-cakes might have been used for door-mats 3 With her biscuits, her brother disabled six cats. Vive la. cookery maid. At last she made something, a pie so she said. Vive la. cookery maid. ,Twas tough as sole leather and heavy as lead. Vive la cookery maid. She put it away and went Straight up to bed, A burglar broke in and upon it he fed, When they came in the morning, the burglar was dead. Vive la cookery maid. THE FRONTIERSMAN'S STORY CHARLES Pnrrvs. It was a. cozy little hut. On one sidfe there was a huge fireplace, while on the walls were hung skins of various kinds of animals. A great log lay sputtering in the fireplace, and before it were three boys sprawled on the iioor. Two men past the prime of life were sitting together and gazing absently into the fire. Tell us a story, Uncle Bob, requested George Mason, a lad of fourteen. The old man filled his pipe and smoked in silence for awhile as though to collect his thoughts before he answered. The boys settled into comfortable positions for they knew they would hear something worth listeninl to. At length he removed his pipe and began. Well, it war about twenty-six year ago. The snow come early that winter and humans war caught unawares as well as beasts. There war tour of us in the shack 28 .