Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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T HE SP K CT AT O II 1915 Some have now entered the unseen port, Some are at work with a will; All, I hope, are doing their best Their Maker’s design to fulfill. And Class of ’15, remember this Wherever you may go, Old Brimfield High School expects of you The best record you can show. And then when life’s cruise has come to an end, Whether long be tbe voyage or short, If Jesus, the Pilot, but guides us through We’ll all reach the Heavenly Port. May Hindle Moles Ferndale, Wash., April 22, 1915 10

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BRIMFIELD HIGH SCHOOL And I wander again to the places I knew And talk to the folks back home, And waking, follow the thoughts along So many and quickly they come. And now in mv thought I wander hack As I oft have done before, To the good old days in the Brimfield school, Thirty years since or more, When Professor Halleek wielded the frown More terrible far than a rod; Where he skillfully taught us to toe the mark With no more than a word or nod. When thorough work and discipline Were parts of his daily plan, And his motto this just “Think of your work (like a man) Then work out your thought,” if you can. Where are the girls, and where the boys That composed the merry crew Who sailed with Captain Halleek then? Has every one proven true blue? There’s Lizzie Brown and Henry Hill, And Addie Harker, too; Minnie Day and Susie Reed, Josie (E.), Gertie (Y.), and Lew (F.) ; Carrie and Clyde with their quince juice curls, Clemmie all idleness scorning; Emily Brooks, the head of her class, Birda, the Goddess of Morning. Will Bryson, the sleepy dreamer boy. And Harry and Virgil, brothers; George Reed, who came in from the country. And also the “freshmen” and others. Addison who could always recite. Knowing his lessons or not; Then Nellie Gilson, Goddess of Night, And others I now have forgot.

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