Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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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

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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 THE MYSTERY OF BIG-FOOT LIZ JULIUS EPs'rE1N. In a dingy room, on the upper floor of a rickety tenement house, poorly lighted by a smoked and battered lantern, five ill looking men who bore thc appearances of criminals, lay closely grouped upon the dirty floor. Besides being cut-throats and burglars of the most desperate character, they were ad- dicted to the use of opium. In the corner of the room on an old pile of dirty rags, lay a haggard look- ing woman under the influence of the dope. The most noticeable fact about her, was her extraordinarily large feet which required a size ten shoe. This woman was known to the underworld as Big-foot Liz, a most appropriate name. Get a move on you, Stamps, and fill up the pipe, commanded Black Pete in sharp tones. Black Pete was the leader of the gang and his word was law. He was a slim fellow, about live feet, eleven inches tall, with black hair, a dark skin and deep-set eyes which seemed to have lost their lustre long ago. No one seemed to know his real name for as far as memory could recollect, he was just Black Pete. Stamps, a lad of eighteen, was the novice of the gang, and his treatment at their hands was not the best. He was nicknamed Stamps for the reason that he was licked in almost every fight that he took part in. Big-foot Liz had various duties, chiefly that of preparing their meals. The other men, Dagger Dick, Speck Moss and Pegleg Bugatti, were hard- ened characters as was shown by their actions and appearances. At Black Pete 's command, Stamps hastily filled the opium pipe and it went the rounds of the five criminals. Big-foot Liz begged for a drag of the Weed, but a kick in the ribs by the big foot of Dagger Dick quieted her for the time being. After the pipe had gone the rounds a couple of times, Black Pete said, Well, boys, what shall it be to-night? A clean haul on Dempsey 's, remarked Speck Moss. I've got a good one lined up, said Stamps timidly. A raid on the sand bank, I should judge, remarked Pegleg Bugatti sar- castically. No, replied Stamps pleadingly, Hitis a half a million dollar job if we can get by with it. What are you driving at? demanded Black Pete. Stamps related the following: 'tYou know my dad was an expert combina- tion fitter in a. large safe factory. His only weakness was that he talked in his sleep. Well Peacock's wanted a large vault for their Michigan Avenue store and it just happened to fall to my father to fit that combination. One night I heard my father repeat that combination in his sleep. I have since learned that there is over a half million bucks in sparkling rocks in that vault at the present time. I propose a visit to Peacock 's to-night. But do you still remember the combination? asked Black Pete. I never took any chances of forgetting it, replied Stamps, so I had it tattooed on my arm for future use, whereupon he bared his left arm to his i11- terested comrades. 77 13