Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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THE AEGIS RAINBOW HUES MARY THOMPSON. There 's a Hash of red And a dash of green And a trace of black and blue There's a spot of brown And a lot of pink And a touch of yellow too. There 's a space of drab And a trace of white Oh, like to a rainbow sky. For the views And hues Are the shades subdued Of Herr Arlt's latest tie. There's a clash To the tie And contrast To vie In the shirt of yellowish hue. There's a splash Of brown And streaks Of black And a lot of purple too. Just add Some White To make It right And orange so it be gay. But here's To the crowd Wllo yells Aloud Gustav's all right, we say.' 7

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24 THE AEGIS Then came happy times, and all was merry. Little feet pattered thru the halls and danced over the lawn. Christmas seasons with their messages of Peace on Earth, and gifts of love came and Went. Springtimes with their buds of promise unfolded into summers of fruition. Guests of renown were entertained, and open-handed hospitality bade many enter. The halls echoed and reechoed with laughter and song. The pine trees sigh of sadder times. Anxious times follow, when the duties and cares of parenthood perplex the father and mother. One by one, the children leave home. New households demand their attention, and the times when they visit Papa and Mammaf' are few. The old friends, accustomed to the former hospitality, have either for- saken them or gone away. Bent and wrinkled with care, the old pair comfort each other with their love, for not much else have they. O One winter day, the black drapery on the door tells the passer-by that Death has entered, and one is left to grieve alone. An old man peers thru the darkened windows, and listens for the foot- steps that never return. Sitting by his lonely fire he dreams of happier days gone by. At length, after a night of storm, the sun shines brightly thru tear drops of rain for the old lovers are reunited, and the birds sing just as they did on the wedding-day, a half century before. The house stands vacant now, for no one desires that old relic of former days. The pine trees sigh and the poplars whisper the story of human happi- ness. All is quiet except for the shouts of children at play. Now it is a rendezvous for I-Iallowe'en parties, snow-fights and picnics. Sparrows ind lodging in the galleries, and bats fly out of the cupola. I When a former resident returns and walks up the neglected driveway he thinks of the happy times that used to be, and wishes that some one would keep up the place in the old way. 4 The neighbors say, What a pity a fire does not burn the old thing down. The deserted house stands in the solemn grandeur of decay and the pines moan a requiem for earthly happiness. I wander away musing, Oh, visionary World, condition strange, where naught abiding is, but only change, Where the deep-bolted stars themselves still shift and range.

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THE AEGIS UN -PREPAREDNESS KENNETH RAISBECK. Miss Inman. Wants Me to write for the Aegis. So does Mr. Wallis. Edith Summers Thinks I could do grand, and Ding buttonholed Me once in a Dark hall and told me to fill A page or he 'd put me and Baldwin in a cage together, and me defenceless except for the power of the naked Eye. So tonight I tried for a longer Time than Miss Parker tells us to spend on Virgil fWhieh is about twenty-three hoursj To write something. First I thought I'd write A page of puzzles, for instanceg Why Mr. Beardsley is so pale with a pallor? If Mr. Arnold bit Mr. Thompson, which would die? I gave up because I didn 't know the answers. Next I wanted to write an Inferno And put us Seniors in it- Lena Green alld Cornelia Ensinger denied the filthy drug they craved which was Laughing Gas! Clara Diers digging graves for herself, and Fat Salzman eating His words. But I found that I couldn't make an Inferno without our Teachers Which were in Heaven Except Mr. Wallis who was putting Purgatory On a business basis. So I gave up and wrote this Poem in vers libre which you may call The attempt of a great soul Which wanted to, But couldn'tg a sequel to That night in the Death Cell.