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

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WJ UE. lllD. GTB. lllill. going to starve yourself to death, and by the looks of you she wasn't any too good a cook at that. Eat that chicken, Jimmy! Why you-you just need- Jimmy sank his fork in the chicken and leaned forth. I need a wife, Elizabeth, just as much as I did ten years ago when you said you wanted to marry a farmer, and I was working in a harness shop. I-Low about a wedding trip to Yellowstone Park and then back to the farm? I'm not as bad off as you thought. I thought a little sympathy stuff might win you over, and I was right! We can come in and have dinner here every day if you wish. Humph! On the farm we'll stay until I can get you fattened up, replied Elizabeth. X -Anna King. STUBBORN MISAPPREHENSIONS Jim, coming home from a tiresome day's work in the office, received a loving welcome from his wife. On entering the front door, tired and ex- hausted, his wife said: Jim, can't you come through that door without winding that mat up in a roll? It's no use for me to keep things neat when you spoil every- thing with your careless habits. I'm sorry, my dear, answered Jim. For goodness sakes! Don't hold that door open. Look at the dust blowing in upon my furniture. Sometimes I think men ought to be kept in a cage in the yard Without rugs or furniture. Get the cage and I'll be ready, he answered, throwing up the blind. For heaven's sakes! You never go near those windows without tangling yourself all up in the lace curtains. Common sense should teach you that a window with lace curtains was never made to look out of. If you wanted to see the scenery outside, why didn't you stay out? The sun is fading my drapes and burning the gloss all off my furniture. Jim, shut that blind this minute. Jim, closing the blind, meekly asked, May I stand on one foot in the middle of the room, my dear? Are you standing on that elegant rug with your dirty shoes on? Men have no taste or judgment at all! That rug was never meant to be stood upon. I've had several misapprehensions of mine corrected today, said Jim. My ignorance was so dense that I was actually stupid enough to think that rugs were made to walk over and windows were made to look out of. But now I see what monstrous illusions I've been cherishingf' Jim took his hat and started away. Why Jim! You've just come home. Why are you leaving ? 'Tm going out, said Jim, to commit a crime to see if I can't be sent to jail, so that I can have a place of residence where I can sit down and enjoy myself. -Frances Rothery. o is

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Ili. lli. 112. H. Top Row: L. Huebener, A. Bauer, E. Reutter, F. Huebener, D. Litherland. Bottom Row: R. Dryden, V. Freidinger, L. Carlon, W. Brown. LINCOLNIAN SOCIETY The Lincolnian Society has been organized for several years. Every year freshmen and new students are divided evenly between the two societies. It has been a custom to have regular meetings every month, but this year the society was not organized until spring. The preliminaries were held on March 22nd to determine what two persons would represent the society in oration, dramatic declamation, and humorous declamation at the Inter-Society contest. Arthur Bauer and Fred Huebener were chosen for oration, Lavonne Carlon and Edith Ruetter for dramatic declamation, and Viola Freidinger and Lottie Huebener for humorous declamation. The society was also represented in piano and violin solo by Wilma Brown and Roma Dryden and in extemporaneous speaking by Dot Litherland. With this year's victory over the Roosevelts we are now tied and we hope to break this tie with a victory for the Lincolnians next year. l51l ? EM-i1'V!l!1f'1

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O GE. ID. GE. H. S. L PUT A RAINBOW 'ROUND YOUR TROUBLES Whene'er your skies are clouded, ' Whene'er your days are blue Put a rainbow 'round your troubles, Clothe them all in rainbow hue. And oh! the glory of ,color- The rose and the blue and gold- Put a rainbow 'round your troubles For it brings a peace untold! How do we put the rainbow 'round? How do we tint things so? By smiling and laughing and Lending a hand to the one below, By showing ahead 'neath a burden of care, By joking with Trouble so bold, By these laughs and gay smiles, these grins We get rainbows-rose and gold! It is always after the dark, cold rain That the heavenly rainbows shine, So can it not be thus that joy Will brighten your life and mine? Trouble is never alone, my dear, It always brings a friend To help put 'round your troubles A rainbow to last to the end. -Ruby King. THE LORD'S BLUNDER Trickling slowly down my neck, Making me feel a lot worse than heck, Soaking my trousers, my hat the same, Steadily, heavily comes the rain. Angry, downcast, a sight am I As I sulk to the furnace, my clothes to dry. Trying to study, but without success I turn my thoughts to others in the mess. Off to class with many a groan, To sit all dripping in a cold, cold room. An answer is lacking, a minus goes downg The teacher's face is covered with a frown. Back to the assembly, I sit and wonder How the good Lord could have made such a blunder As to cause this rain to fall and fall And create such a miserable day for all. -Orin Richoz. I53l 9 :QEVHI5 W