Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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THE AEGIS THE OLD HIGH SCHOOL ELIZABETH Woob. It is old, too old, said the town folk good As they frowned at the spot where the high school stood Let us build us a new one, so large and fine That even the best, it will far out-shine. So the new school was built, and the sad night came When the old one should never be used again. It glared on its rival with vengeful stare, You'1l come to a day like this, my fair, When they'll steal your treasure, your newness, too, Your pride, your joy-the life of you. They 'll leave you a shell, deserted- aye, J eered at, a11d scorned by the passers by. Why have they not taken my ivy, too? 'Tis my one last beauty- 'twould beautify you- Or do they-think, like me it is old, And therefore not fit for your burnished gold? 'Tis silent- then the night with wonderment hums At the strange event that swiftly comes. 77 Out of the night with hurrying feet, Skurrying up the sleeping street, Shadows of classes of every year, Joyously gathering, now appear, 'Till the building throbs, as in times gone by, With a joy that is almost ecstasy. They wreathe with vines each room and stair, And scatter flowers everywhere. They throng to the old Assembly Hall, The old songs sing, and their youth recall, A faithful alumnus is seen to arise To address them all-are those tears in his eyes? Old School, let them burn you till roof touch ground, Then scatter your ashes till naught be found. Let them cover this place with the new and the fair, To those of us with the soul to care, A castle shall always be gleaming here, A memory lingering from year to year.

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18 THE AEGIS A castle not seen by the grosser sight, But beauteous, strange, and subtle as night. A castle builded of hope, and care, Of a fancy, a joy, and a half-said prayer, Of a dream that was beautiful, great and grand, Of a dream - 'twas founded, oh sad! on sand. It will never fade with the passing years 'Tis the reward of the good- oft bought with tears! Whatever you are, whatever you do, 'Twas the high school mother that cherished you! The first cock crowed- soo11 night will be banished. A laugh-a sigh-the shadows have vanished. The old school turned with a sigh to the east, Where the new one rose-but its anger had ceased. May your life be happy and grand and sweet, And your death be worthy a life complete, I have lived my life-It is done, it said, --And the dawn stole in with its Hush of red. A LEAP YEAR PROPOSAL HELEN BAYNE. Miss Selina Haslett knocked timidly at Mrs. Price 's side door. Why do come right in Selina, said Mrs. Price, cordially opening it. I just run over for a minute, said Selina, stopping apologetically in and slipping her facinator from her head to her shoulders. Do come in here by the cook stove and get warm. She shivered as she closed the door. It's right cold for the first of May and a fire feels Inightly good, alld she briskly led the way into the sunny kitchen. I'm makin' up some pies but don't you mind me. I can talk just as Well workin' as sitting. Miss Selina, with a soft sigh seated herself on the straight chair between the table and the stove. Some way, one connected, Miss Selina with straight chairs just as one did Mrs. Price with rocking chairs. I came to ask a favor, said Selina. Thomas wrote that he and Linda wanted me to come to Boston for a few weeks. I don't care much about goin' but Thomas says 'come,' so I don't see any way out of it. ' She stopped, undecided how to go on. Why how nice, exclaimed Mrs. Price. lt'll be a fine change for you