Cissna High School - Review Yearbook (Cissna Park, IL)

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117. T . Ifyi, H. X. WLVMVX CLASS MOTTO We may shift in high, but never in reverse. V' ,Xl CLASS COLORS Blue and White CLASS FLOWER Sweet Pea CLASS OFFICERS ' LeRoy Morton Presldent ......................,......A ,. - Vice-President .... .... J udith Aeschliman Secretary .-.... ........... H azel Dipple Treasurer .... ............... W illiam Farnsworth FACULTY ADVISOR Miss Norman FJ j 1 ff , we F 1 .5 K Q f ' , , ' 5 i i t

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B 413, ID. iii. H. S. SENIOR LITERATURE Ode to an English Assignment Miss Brown, she says to me, says she, Ya gotta write a poem by gee! The students' lips all fell with awe, As every student echoed, naw, That means you've got to sit and fret, And work and slave until the sweat Runs down your frame and what a shame, To find you've failed to make a namei fFor yourselfj -Earl Brenner. INDIA The mystic, magic tinkle of the far-off temple bells, The twinkling merry cadence of the musical cymbals, The hazy, lazy movements of the brilliant temple dance, Full carmine lips and flashing, sloe-eyed maidens glance, The twirling, whirling madness of the dervish in the square, The clamor and the clanging of the market in the air, The cries of brown-skinned portersg cames kneeling in the street, The plodding, burnoosed Brahman greeting those whom he may meet, Above, and shining ever, beating down on mud-dried roofs The brazen sun of India turns to gold the camels' hoofs. The gateways of the city, packed with teeming, toiling life With naked babies, shawled women, mixing in the strife, The Oriental moonlight-palest glow through veil of mist, The ebon nights of fragrance-incense-filled and flower-kissed, The irresisting magic of this witching desert land Of shieks and Eden gardens-glaring, yellow, golden sand- It calls and calls and beckons, and it lures me in my dreams, I can't forget its wonders, or the joys, it really seems. I must forever travel to this land of haunting power Wherein I find all gladness at the zenith of my hour. The temple-bells keep calling-soft and low their note it seemsg The glance of dusky maidens shatters all my fondest dreams, I sail o'er blue-set oceans, answering to this mighty call- I sail unto the sunset-temple-bells and glad cymbal! -Ruby King. V115

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Ili. HD. 18. lllill. S. 'S l l JUNIOR CLASS HISTORY On the first of September, 1926, twenty-seven of us began our High School career. During the first year Elsie Markwalder, Walter Wieland and Howard Ryder dropped out. 'As Freshmen, Miss Chappell was our class advisor. ' When we came back in the fall as Sophomores there were only eighteen of us left. George Harwager, Bernard McCormick, Wade Smith, Lester Rudin, Margaret McMackin and Evelyn Ryder having moved away or quit school. The year 1928-29 began High School for us the third time. We found that fifteen of the class members had returned to resume their Work. After a few days we elected our class officers and Miss Norman was ap- pointed our class advisor. Early in the season Frances Whitaker moved away, depriving our class of'a student of literary and musical talents. However, Dot Litherland entered in October from Stewardson High School and helped make up for the loss. Each year since entering High School we have been represented in almost every activity. Members of our class have been prominent in bas- ketball, baseball, track, tennis and musical and literary events. We hope that next year, as Seniors, we may accomplish those things which have been our aims but which we have not been able to accomplish thus far. 9 ff-acvflfi