Cooksville High School - Talisman Yearbook (Cooksville, IL)

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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-

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An inch of wood, an inch of 'ead, the rest of me was dust. I know what kind of a life I've led, l'll kill Ken' Smith or bust. By Willard Weidner The Study Hall Clock Always ticking, ticking, ticking, Is the clock upon the wall, Telling time and never stopping To the students in the hall. Likely it has been astonished When two students love has found, At a student's bright remark, or When a party comes around. Teachers leave, the notes fly fasterg Freshmen, Seniors pull their tricks That old clock has seen it all, but As of yore, it only ticks. By Jeanine Vincent COOKSVILLE SCHOOL ' The Cookeville school is a grand old school. Let's do our best to keep it so. Let's do our part throught the year And really make things go. The spirit of every school Is made up by all the students. And our school spirit you'll admit consists of pep and prudence. So now we have this annual To help us all remember names And the monthly parties we enjoyed With programs, eats, and games. Now for nine months we all have met, In our school house clean and neat. And may this year be best of all, Til again next fall we meet. By Shirley Grimes