Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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THE AEGIS THE SENIOR'S TALE ELEANOR STEWART. Listen my children and you shall hear Of the trials of a Senior so severe We toil from dawn to the setting sun, And then leave half our work undone. Our presence is needed at ev'ry game Be it rain or sunshine 'tis all the same And for ev'ry ticket that goes on sale The Senior is forced to produce the 'ikalef' With manifold cares we are beset One item is lessons we have to get It seems they might save the best 'till last But instead they give us the worst they Udast. American History is enough by itself But those term themes, they 'll ruin our health Still an example must we be, In lessons, in grades, in loyalty. You 've heard 'bout the awful Physics test Till you wish to Pat they 'd give you a rest But take it from me it is no lie The myst'ry to us is how we get by. ' ' The night before the dread exam, We sit up 'till midnight trying to cram And the ghosts of those complicated machines Rise up to haunt us in horrible dreams Awake in the morn still trembling with fright, Fond parents ask how we slept last night, And then we answer them absently And think what fools these mortals be. VVith paper in hand, and a void in our head, VVe watch and we wait and we wish we were d NVe look at the questions with nary a sound, For the perfect vacuum has been found. The work of an Aegis they put in our hand 'Tis published each year by a worthy band Picked by the faculty, so they say, To chronicle doings of every day. 11 !7 ead 1

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THE AEGIS To be sure the publishers would Want her picture to send to people who wrote and admired the story. For did she not send stamps for Mrs. J ohnston's picture every time she bought a new Little Colonel book? She must have some new ones taken. Her old ones didn 't flatter her so very much and every- body said after looking at them, that she resembled her Daddy which Cleo, etc., resented for she wanted to look like Mumsey Cwho was prettyb. But perhaps the old ones would do at a pinch, for her father and mother would have to be told the reason for the sudden desire to be photographed and anyway there wouldnft be time as she decided to send the picture right along with the story to show the publishers she was a regular business woman. Wouldn't they die when they saw her picture? For who could ever believe that a kid with a braid just to the middle of her shoulder-blade Cyou see she had her hair Dutch-cut till just a year beforel could compose anything like that story? She giggled ecstatically and dented the rung deeper. She felt so sorry for her girl friends who were content to remain in obscurity playing jacks and jump- ing rope, poor things! Maybe one of the publishers would be real young and about twenty years hence when she had tired of the limelight and had so much money she simply couldn't count it all, he would ask her to marry him Cas they did in booksj and maybe she'd consent if he asked her about five times a day for a long, long time. But she had lots of time to think of that! She 'd write her story and send that off first. Clo' 'Relial me an' Jim voted fer pancakes fer supper to-night 'n if you don 't hurry up 'n come down you Won't get none 'cause Esther's only gonna-- Cleo, etc., shut out the voice of her young brother by applying a finger to the ear nearest him and picked up the mammoth pen once more. Now the most exciting moment of her whole long life was at hand. She was going to begin her-story! 1 if i i i ll H if 4 If i F The pen remained poised above the expectant paper, the ink on it congealed, slowly the rigid little form lost its tenseness and the brown eyes opened wide with pained surprise. t'Why! gasped Cleopatra Aurelia, I ain't got nothin '--to-say! She caught sight of her amazed little countenance in the glass a11d ac- costed it. What do you know about that? lt was terrible to part with her Wonderful Idea, and 'way off in the dis- tance she spied the remnants of the Youngest Author. Now,' ' she whispered to Cleopatra II., We gotta be a-a-old 1naid.' ' The idea was horrible. Two sympathetic tears appeared and trembled on her lashes. She bent forward to inspect them and suddenly discovered they looked pretty there, and she never had noticed before how long her lashes were. She screwed her eyes up tightly in an effort to produce more tears but they were not forthcoming. Perhaps if she repeated the charm-'fWe gotta be a- the charm remained suspended in midair, an appetizing odor of hot maple syrup and pancakes was wafted to the tilted little nose. Like a flash the Youngest Author faded into thin air, like a thunderbolt the mahogany chair crashed to the floor. Esther! Kids!! Don 't you eat all them pancakes!!! Gee VVhiz!!! Ah, mel 10

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THE AEGIS You may gather from facts, heretofore stated, The tho 'ts of the class are quite elevated But once in a. while we relax and relent On worldly things our minds are bent Our money We make from the Senior play For the class have debts they 're bound to pay. Of parties and banquets We make quite a feature And everyone goes from Junior to teacher. At last comes the time of great tribulation For those who indulged in procrastination. A parchment all tied up in ribbon of blue Is placed in the hands of the worthy few. Midst glory and honor and great celebration A step is completed in our education The troubles We tho 't were such trials to bear All disappear like the bubbles in air. THE CORAL I-IONEYSUCKLE LUCILE GILLESPIE. In springtime so gentle, fair nature 's bright morn Waked by a warmer climeg Clusters of coral the old porch adorn, Gifts of our bounteous vine. Climbing upward and outward its branches widespread Like wings of a hov'ring bird, The vine robed in verdure-so lately was dead- Is Waked by some magic word. It 's freshening shade, a blanket of coolness, Some care-weary heart may soothe 5 Its sheltering meshes, so snug in their fullness, Glad homes for winged Wanderers prove. Oft a small humming-bird hovering near Sups of the delicate nectar, Which dear mother nature, so eager to cheer Stores in the blossoms to tempt her. Luxuriant mass of coral and green, . Lending grace to all you entwine, Were it mine to be judge, of all I have seen I would name you fair queen of the vine. 12