Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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THE AEGIS The crowd now looks to her heroes slick To cage the ball and turn the trick. A new man enters into the fray, He is a sub, the people say. He grabs the ball by rare mistake, And with a rubeish awkward rake Deposits the pill well in the rimg A shot is heard amid the scream The work is done, the game is ours The landed sub, above all, towers. But where are the heroes so bold and gay? I think they have slipped out the back doorway THE TRAGEDY OF IMA BUM ONE WHO KNOWS. I. She 's a thin little thing, white and glum A11d her name is simply dingey -Ima Bum All her clothes are most untidy And she doesn't look a 1idy But she's famed both far and widely As the chewer of the largest wad of gum. II. Once she chewed ten sticks at one time Cracked it, whirled it, twirled it, made it climb. She would wrap it round her arm Like the snakes the charmers charm. Pull it quickly out of harm In this noble art taught many-for a dime! III. William Wallis i11 assembly said one day, Kids, you gotta cut it out-get me, hey? Yet Ima chewed in public places Went thru all her gummy paces Added new tricks to her graces Yet of course the end it came-in this way. 19

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THE AEGIS He concluded his story by showing us the marks of the blows which We examined carefully. He even went into detail and retold part of his story when we commented on a scar of extraordinary size. It has always bee11 a wonder to me that he ever lived, but when he told his story that night he was perfectly well and as strong as ever. THAT 'S BASKET-BALL ERNEST MILLER. The players come upon the floor, Each team with heroes one or more. They step around so proud and gay, Tossing baskets from every way And practice the art of basketry, Till the whistle blows for the big melee, The boys are off, they begin to mix, Till the score now stands just six to six. Bones are cracked, muscles strained, Some are winded, others maimed. The game is going with rush and vim, You smash and jump all over them. Then, while a ball you strive to hold, Some unseen foeman strikes you cold Now the Ref with one shrill blast May,- perhaps, -take him to task. The battle rages here and there, Each player striving with utmost care To place the ball right in the net, A task quite tedious you may bet. It lights on the basket, then off it careens Amid the shouts of the basket-ball fiends. The score now stands bare nine to nine, One basket sure would look right fine. A foul is called, the throw is muffed, Both sides are looking slightly Hruffed. The girls are begging for more scores, The boys are rocking all three floors. We have a chance, we have the ball, One starts to throw and is seen to fall. The timer with lordly grace and ease Is holding the pistol on his knees. 18

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THE AEGIS IV. Now you see her jaw grew very, very weak Once she dropped it-and the teacher took a peek! Ima Bum do you chew ? ' -Only one thing left to do- Ima did it-grew quite blue ' ' Ooble-goop ! Gooble-oop ! Eeble-geek ! ' ' V. Well, they called the doc and later Papa Bum Yes-she talked-said ' 'Wont you 'Kiss-me, Gum' ! Cried out that the mint spears cut her, Moaned about the Beech-nut Butter, Yucataned her loving mutter, I Died I-her last word was Yum Yum! WHO WAS THE CRIMINAL? DoRoTHY SHIELDS I. It was a cold blustry day with the thermometer hovering around the zero mark. Everything out of doors was covered with a white blanket of snow, and passers-by held their wraps closely gathered around them so as to protect them- selves from the cutting wind and stinging cold. Poor little Marie rose with ga weary sigh to throw the last few lumps of coal on the slowly dying fire. Heir hands were becoming stiff with the cold. But still she sewed steadily on, trying her best to finish the garment before the owner would call. O, if I could only finish this, perhaps she would be willing to pay in part for the dress I finished yesterday, she thought as she gathered the well-worn shawl around her shivering shoulders. The girl rose again, this time to tuck the little old coat closer around the sleeping form of a little eight year old boy. '4Poor dear, you must have some- thing warm for dinner. I'll make her pay if possible. She brushed the dark curly hair back from the feverish forehead, as the boy slowly raised his eyelids. His eyes were almost glassy as he looked lovingly up into her face. Sis, ainlt there a thing to eat? the boy feebly inquired. UNO dear, but Mrs. Sterling is coming today, she replied as she tried to comfort him. Won 't you get me an orange, Marie? Just a little one, please, that's all you need to get. I'll see, dear. You must turn over now and try to rest some more, she answered, trying to keep the lumps down in her throat. Just then a light tap was heard. Marie stepped quickly to the door and found it to be whom she expected. Mrs. Sterling entered the little attic room 20