Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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A ] 1lson Paeey Mrs. Chichester Roy R. Roberts

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LAWRENCE J. WILHELMI WHOSE WARM SYMPATHY AND INTEREST IN ALL OUR SCHOOL ACTIVITIES HAS GIVEN HIM A PLACE IN THE HEART OF EVERY STUDENT OF THE BRIMFIELD HIGH SCHOOL, THIS THE THIRD VOLUME OF THE SPECTATOR IS DEDICATED

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n it 1 m f i ; l n HIGH SCHOOL To the “Spectator” and Its Readers Dear Friends: As I sit in my home in the Evergreen State Surrounded by fir trees tall, I eastward look to the Cascade range With Baker higher than all; And I think of that range as a white towered wall That divides my old home from me; And I often wish I might climb that Mt. And see what I could see. I’d plant my feet on Baker’s white dome And stretching as high as I could I'd look over Rockies and rivers and plains To the place that to me would look good; To Brimfield town in the Prairie State Where many I love still stay, For a glimpse of home and the dear ones there Would fully my toil repay. Ah, those good old friends of the bygone days, I am sure they are true to us still For messages kind from Illinois Come, sometimes, our hearts to thrill With joy, that we are remembered yet By those in our old time home; Come out to the West this Panama year; Come, see the ocean’s foam. Come see the evergreen forests grand. Spruce, hemlock, cedar and fir; The maple, crab, alder and birch tree, too. Come hear the pheasant’s wing whirr. Come to the home of the mallard and teal, The silvery salmon and flounder. Where you stand a good chance of seeing a whale, Come on ! Be a Puget Sounder.