Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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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

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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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THE AEGIS 19 now that Spring's here, though it don't seem like 'tis and you 've been home all winter. I think it 's fine. If o11ly 'twern't for the fire and the parrot, started Miss Selina. Mrs. Price turned with the pie tin in her hand and laughed. Now, if you had three children, a husband and a dog, you might talk, but nothin' will freeze now without a fire, and your parrot will be real amusing to the children. Now you just go on and have a good time and come back fat and sassy. ' What 's neighbors for if not to help one another and Polly won 't be a bit of trouble. Miss Selina looked grateful to have Mrs. Price grasp the situation and save her the mortification of asking a favor, however small. Oh what pride the Haslett's had had, and in her as the last one, it all seemed concentrated. As their fortunes decreased their pride grew greater, until now Miss Selina with her simple cottage a11d parrot had changed from a simple, unaffected girl, into a silent, rather lonely woman, but one just couldn't stay cold and distant for very long in Mrs. Price's cheery presence, so it was a softened and a pathetically grateful Selina, who with her fascinator wrapped tightly over her head made her way with dignity across the fresh green yard, that sepa- rated her simple white cottage from the Price's rambling house. So it was, that a few days later, Polly Ann was carried in, croaking and gently exclaiming, by her greatly perturbed mistress. Dear me, .I hope she doesn't get cross, cried Selina hovering about the cage. Sometimes she does take strange spells. So with many backward glances, she left. That evening Mrs. Price and her husband were sitting near the glowing lamp in the living room. The children, with their books before them were strangely silent. Dear me, ex- claimed Polly Ann, as though in a gentle, breathless excitement. Mrs. Price laughed, Land sakes, that bird does give me a scare. She talks for all the world just like Selina. Don't wonder though, they are alone all the time, ex- cept on every other Thursday night when the Judge comes to call. Mr. Price looked up and smiled at his wife across the table. Evidently, said he, the Judge didn 't say much or else the bird would have picked up some expression. Its a queer case surely. Its gone on just the same only with them getting farther apart all the time, and both too proud to change things. Mrs. Price shook her head. Oh my heart l said Polly Ann tragically. Poor Polly laughed Betty looking up from the papers she was correct- ing. Betty, the eldest of the three, taught in a country school near there. Is life so hopeless? Bob, who had been sitting with his head propped in his hands whistled- l'vo got an idea. Impossible, said Dick, the older brother, without looking up from the complicated drawing i11 front of him. Say! continued Bob, his eyes twinkling with animation. You can teach parrots to say anything, can't you?