Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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V - ,na , Hfgihi satis. ,J jzflfss ffm. P 5 ,, IEE-T-'-J' 'fl' 11521 EELZZFIF- 3?F1ff::f?5f'T 1,922 , E F THE4AE'Cg:Q affles for Uncle jake on her silly ole electric waffle iron she got for her birth y and talking to him like he was her best friend on earth Could you spose it as possible she didn t know about us being disgraced? I was hope n that she d at last that I wasn t any little kid to be laughed atg that she d better look out or me after this. An then she saw me and ,said as sweet as if she was talkin' to le Harvey himself. t ' . I A I peeked' in and--My Gosh !-whatta you know. There was Honey making y ' -, in . . . . l , t . W , . . , . . . . ., . , lx s - - 9 E J Good Night She didnt know she was rsgra e I m so glad Ted that you brought Uncle home mth you He and Mr have become very good! friends and Harvey realizes that to make a 1? Q l. W .:.il:'- 1 IZ t must cooperate with the bee raisers themselves. He is going home with Uncle y -45 Lgoob, who has olfered to hack his invention if 'it proves a success. Don't bolt r r waffles so dear, we want you to goto town with us and Uncle is going to see Colne in Teddy dear, and have a waffle with le jacob and mein' . ' ! ' N' , tl' ' ,y tQ E at , , L A ' V- . . .K an ' A u X . I ' 1 l l 1 fi! FN about tlnt new tent you boys want so' badly. ' ' ' Oh Gosh! What's the? use+you never can tell what girls are going to do , besides, we did want that ole tent awful bad - Q END W- I Et, ... 'Jw L l l 11, ' 'QTJVTQ ' 1, 5 A at Pr., if in A , . A U Q' I X 'W X I 'j.Q,,N,I A s ,. I - .H 4 . A . l ' J ' . , 1 Y ' ' ' t . I' ' '

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' . 5 Il THE' AEGIS 1922 ' Vlfhen the party came, I sneaked down the back stairs with Uncle Jake, and told him I had to, cause I didn't want Bill to see me, cause I'd used his hair oil and Uncle lake was a real sport about it, even if he does love parties. VVell, we went to the show and got a soda after and Uncle .lake got us each a package of gum. lVe took Tom and the other kids home and I said I'd have to go up the back stairs again ton account of the hair oil, ya knowj. Of course I 'sposed Uncle ,lake would go with me but no sir! He said his little outing was sort of an appetizer for parties and he guessed he'd go in and see how Honey's party was comin' and before I knew it he had gone in. I ran around in back and sneaked up the back stairs. I was scared stiff but I thought how Margie had made fun of my pompadour in front of the new girl in our grade, and I remem- bered how mad I was at her. Anyway Honey could side track Uncle Jake and get him up stairs before she was 'disgraced' as she called. But he didn't come, and he didn't come, and so I sneaked down to the first landing and hid behind Mother's fern and looked down into the music room. I could see the smarties dancing in the sun parlor and living room and I saw Bill dancing with Margie and she was flirting with him to beat the band. It gets me how Bill could stand the little simple hanging on his neck that way. But he seemed to like it. He always was sorta crazy about girls anyway. I looked all over and couldn't see Uncle .lake or ole Dizzy Dickman any place. I was just goin' to crawl back upstairs when I heard ole Uncle lake say from some place. And ya know that blarned swarm of bees just moved right out of that new hive and started making honey in the old butter churn the Browns left on the farm. Durndest funny thing I ever saw! Then I crawled around the other side and looked down and Ye Gods! Sitting right in the alcove was ole Uncle lake and Mr. Harvey D. Dickman. Uncle Jake had his collar off and was smoking his ole cob pipe and telling his ole bee story just like he told us a dozen times. I was sure in for it then. Holy Smoke! To think that Uncle lake should pick out the very ole Dickman to begin his disgracin' on.. Oh, I sure would get it! I was so scared I forgot to listen for a while and then I heard old Dickman say. I wonder Mr. Bobbs, if you would be kind enough to tell me exactly how the churn was situated F lVell now young man I wouldn't mind in the least, not in the least ll' I felt kinda weak in my middle and I crawled up stairs and went straight to bed. I was so scared of when Honey found out about it that I even forgot to wash Bill's ole hair oil off before he came up and saw it. I sure was going to get it in the morning. I planned to get up early and beat it over to Don's before the folks got up but the first thing I knew in the morning was, Bill was yanking me out of bed and wantin' to know what in the dickens I did with his darn ole Briliantino Vasileno. Said he was going to play a set of tennis with the girls before it got hot and he wanted his ole hair oil. I found the sticky stuff for him and he beat it. I was doomed if the family were getting up early so the kids could play tennis. W'ell, I'd just show ,em that's what they got for treating me like an ole dog. Served ,em right to have Uncle lake disgrace ,em to that smarty Dickman. I washed my face and ears good and went straight down to breakfast. Page 23 :vt ,J f', vi

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is lt fs THE AEGIS 1922 Beauty of Nature Beauty is each springing Hower, Each dewdrop pearl, each pink rose bower. Each lacey, silver, cobweb thread, The eastern sky all flaming red, Beauty is the bright sunshine, The honeysuckle. the columbineg It is the summer's bluest sky, The fleecy clouds that sail on high, The snow-capped mountains, and purple hills, The waterfalls, and rushing rills, The lacey shadows of the trees, The butterflies, the hum of bees. Each shady path, each mossy nook, Each meadow green, each bubbling brook, The August moon so round, so bright, A million stars that shine at night, The harvest Helds of golden grain, The black storm clouds. the falling rain. Beauty is the bluebird's call, Each red-gold leaf that, in the fall, Drifts through the air like a fairy boat. Upon its crystal sea afloat. 'Tis the squirrel's black eyes and bushy tail, The silver dove and speckled quail, The tall bare trees, ridged deep with snow, The whistle of the winds that blow, Each giant oak, each slender pine, Each dead, brown, shrivelled clinging vine. Beauty does not fade away, It is at night, it is at day, One thing comes when another goes, The golden-rod when fades the rose. Beautiful nature is God's own work, , He painted the sky, He gave voice to the brook, Every beauty above, in sea, or on land, VVas made by the Master's wonderful hand. BERTHA DAWSON, '24, Page 25