Brimfield High School - Spectator Yearbook (Brimfield, IL)

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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.

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

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r II E S r E C T A T O R 1915 For here you will find the cream of the east. The young folks of push and vim, Who have come out here to carve them a home On the edge of the nation’s rim. Where nature is surely very kind, Giving scenery, climate and soil. With fuel to burn and water to drink, And good crops to repay your toil. For the oats and mangles and peas and rye, Wheat, barley, clover, and kale, Grow here in abundance and pears and prunes. And apples seldom fail. Come pitch vour tent in the Birch Bay grove For a wdiiff of the briny deep; Swimming and diving and boating and such, Or lie flat on the sand and sleep. With never a thought of a bug or a snake Spoiling your pleasant nap; Where you can enjoy perfect freedom at last And nobody caring a rap. Or, take a launch to the emerald isles That lie in the deep, blue sound; You’ll not find a lovlier spot they say, Though you sail the whole world ’round. You also may find a nice little town Nestled close to old Nooksaek’s brink, The condensary, high school, post office and bank Speak well for our Ferndale, we think. The autos swift gliding o’er best of good roads, With train and boat service complete; And also good horses and buggies galore Make this country one hard to beat. But there is one country I’d most gladly see, Its towns and its trees and its streams; But more than all these the faces so dear, They often come into my dreams. 8