Cooksville High School - Talisman Yearbook (Cooksville, IL)

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A WATERFOUNTAIINVS STORY by Lila XGarmon I am the waterfountain at the Cooksville High School. I have been here for many years. My sister furnishes water for the gradeschool children at the bottom of the stairs, but I am situated at the head of the stairs. I think the pupils in this school are thirsty most of the time. I'm sure my sister doesn't have as much trouble as I do. One person will come to get a drink and before I can even swallow the excess water, someone else will come out for another drink. It gets very tiresome watering these people, especially the junior boys. The heaviest drinkers, are Marvin Kenneth Smith, and one lone freshman, Berry Prentice. If I had my choice, I think I should much rather be a water bucket or a pump, or maybe even a faucet in a sink. I would rather be anything than a fountain for a group of high school students. I try my best to serve these young people, but they always have complaints to make, the water isn't cold enoughg it doesn't flow fast enough, and there's the complaint Kenneth Smith is always making, The water doesn't shoot out far enough, It makes me mad to think he wants to waste my water shooting it at someone. It isn't my fault if the water doesn't shoot all over the floor. Although I do have hardships, on second thought I would rather be here with my friends than anywhere else. j WHAT MR. cLocK comin TELL By Phyllis Eagn Hey, you stop that noise I Don't do that either. Now is that a nice way of gipping the teachers? Yes, all of these things led up to things that Mr. Clock might and probably would have said if he could only talk. I, Mr Clock shall tell of the few experiences which I have had during these years. These kids are always giving me heck because I don't hurry my hands around faster than I do , so 3:45 will hurry' iup a little faster :so they can go up town to eat or to play pool. I will fool them, I will just tell on them a few things that I see during the days that I pm here. Poor Mrs. Hallam seems to always have trouble with the boys more than she does those nice innocent little girls who never do anything. When Mrs Hallam goes out of the room, the boys sit and eat candy, sometimes they throw books and talk out loud or throw paper wads at the dear little girls. As soon as Mrs. Hallam comes backheverything is quiet, and they are all studying very hard. When the boys are 1QhITOW1,ngfth1ngs and cutting up, the girls sitand giggle, and maybe throw the books or paper wads back at them, although they should be studying just like the boys.

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When a teacher is in the study hall, the children always sit gaze or day dream about their future. The teachers tell them very politely to get busy and study. In my opinion they should study now and wait untill the future comes. Sometimes when the teachers aren't loocking,.they pass notes to each other and copy from other's papers. There are some special ones, but I won't mention names. There are alot of things to tell about these kids, but I won't go into details. Sometimes I wish I were that waterfountain in the hall instead of a clock. I guess if I weren't a clock, I wouldn't know what goes around me. So I'll just stay as I am. LET'S TAKE THE LONG WAY HOME Louis and Jim were hurring home from The Dark Town Strutters Ball. and they were hurring as Louise had to be in by Twelve-Fifty P.M. or her Mamrny would be Angry. They were hungry, and they decided to have a 'Cherry Sundae, as this wasnit enough, they bought some Candy.' Together they strolled down The Sidewalks of New York admiring Mr, Moon. Too much Star Dust was- in the air, and it was almost one when they noticed the time. Louise and jim hurried to a taxi stationg only to find it closed. Luck was against them, and it, yvas 'Three O'clock in the Morning when they finally rode home with the Milkman. Louise found her Mammy waiting for her. Mammy was very Angry. In fact, Mammy said Louise must stay home and go to bed at nine O'clock for a week. See what happens when you take the long way home? ' By Marilyn Zabel A Pencil Speaks I was so glad, but later sad, that my master was he, For he was Kenny Smith, a lad, all full of jollity. The first day that I was at school, I went to science class. I learned of Archimedes rule, and why you see through glass. The next day I awoke to find, my length was going fast. My life was now a steady grindg I knew it could not lagtf-