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

Page 27 text:

OC if 7 .

Page 26 text:

'PHE CARDINAL sEN1o!Rs IN SCHOOL-DAYS Still sits the school-house by the road, A ragged beggar sunningg Around it still the sumachs grow, And blackberry-vines are running. Within, the master's desk is seen, Deep scarred by raps oilicialg The warping floor, the battered seats, The jack-knife's carved initialg The charcoal frescoes on its wallg Its door's worn sill, betraying The feet that, creeping slow to school, Went storming out to playing! Long years ago a winter sun ' Shone over it at settingg Lit up its western window-panes, And low eaves' icy fretting. It touched the tangled golden curls, And brown eyes full of grieving, Of one who still her steps delay When all the school were leaving. For near her stood the little boy Her childish favor singled, His cap pulled low upon a face Where pride and shame were mingled. Pushing with restless feet the snow To right and left, he lingered g- As restlessly her tiny hands The blue-checked apron fingered. He saw her lift her eyes, he felt The soft hand's light caressing, And heard the tremble of her voice, As if a fault confessing. 'Tm sorry that I spelt the word: I hate to go above you, Because, -the brown eyes lower fell,- Because, you see, I love you! Still memory to a gray-haired man That sweet child-face is showing. Dear girl! the grasses on her grave Have forty years been growing! He lives to learn, in life's hard school, How few who pass above him Lament their triumph and his loss, Like her,-because they love him. -John Greenleaf Whittier.

Page 28 text:

1 ill-, 4' .1 M Q Ag 52