Bloomington High School - Aepix Yearbook (Bloomington, IL)

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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

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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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ii l .fl . 1. l. i 1 I ff l I i .QQ 'f l . ,i Q-l 'Y . .5 Qs! iii: , 1 if L.. 4 ia .S i Ev' ' .f ' V' 1355: - 'ist' si' 1 ' rgcg. i -2 I 4 :fi '1f'if ' spyi- , 4 . sqm!! ' ,, eff iff., 'i J-TZ' ,. ' .-V i 7922 THE AEG-IS Blount 8: Christie, Inc. GICRVAISIC lSU'r1.1iR, 'ZZ tXVinner second prize Merwin Cup Contestj Little Kliss Christie sat at her desk in her tiny green office and typed-and typed-but she did not mind typing for Ann Christie had long ago gotten over the little aches in the finger tips from pounding hard, merciless keys. And this day especially Bliss Christie didn't mind, for she saw the wide, blue harbor shim- mering outside the windows of the Trans-Oceanic offices and on her desk was a leaf brown bowl of golden daffodils. Spring had come to New York and Miss Christie's heart rejoiced, not that it had not rejoiced every Spring, but this Spring somehow, the little plot of lawn in front of her boarding house seemed to get green sooner and the Howers in Central Park seemed more eager to bloom and that very morning a robin had winged his way over her head, as she walked to the car line. Somehow or other, the very air seemed filled with budding hope and peace and then too. Ann Christie's pay envelope had been slightly swelled by a recent addition of five dollars a week. Ann Christie had worked as Harvey J. Blount's private secretary for fifteen years. He had been a young, good looking fellow of thirty when she entered his employ and when she saw him with his adored wife and seven year old youngster, he became Ann Christie's special deity. Not that Harvey Blount ever paid any attention to her, but she liked his keen, athletic strides when he walked. the way he bit off the end of his Havana, the tilt at which he wore his hat and the way he ran his words together.-Ann Christie loved them all. Yes, she had been with the Trans-Oceanic for fifteen years-fifteen long years -in which Ann Christie's rose leaf skin was crossed and recrossed by tiny lines-years in which her dancing brown eyes were starred at the corners by spidery crow's feet-years in which Harvey j's beautiful wife died and his son grew up into an exact counterpart of his handsome father. except for his blue eyes, his mother's one gift besides the hazy memories of her. So this day, Ann Christie typed away at her reports on the Spring shipping schedule and looked out of the window, inhaling the fragrance of her bowl of daffodils and mentally dancing with the amazing little wavelets that broke up the calm expanse of blue sea. She was sharply recalled from her reverie by the opening of the office door and Harvey J. came in, a little less handsome and athletic, a trifle heavier around the waistband and very much grayer, but his eyes were the same snappy brown and Ann Christie noticed none of the other failings. Miss Christie, is that schedule report ready for the board, please? You know'we meet at two-thirty and it's two now. All but two lines, Mr. Blount, the last two, said Anng her fingers typing on. Very well, Miss Christie, and l'd like to take you to dinner this evening, l've something important I want to talk to you about. Have you a previous en- gagement ? M, s Ann Christie's fingers stopped and then resumed their tapping as she looked up. Why, no, Mr. Blount. I haven't, but where shall we go, so I'll know what to wear F Page 26 7' i......nT Ii. 31.1 L.. Z. 41.2. , Q