Cuba High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Cuba, IL)

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Uhr illvflrrtnr .agxr QI. 01. 31-I. S. 1523 I ' w- i hi X ix fri Srninr Glam Zlitatnrg Each passing year brings with it changes, The years in High School are the same. As we progress, new problems arise for us to overcome. The Senior class of '28, had all of these difficult and strenuous problems to solve. but we feel that with the gracious and willing help of the faculty, and our own endeavor, we have successfully carried them through. In the fall of 1924 we, as a class of seventy-two, started on our first voyage of High School life. As Freshmen we were naturally a little green concerning t-he new problems which confronted us. But with dauntless spirits we fought our way through this perplexing year into the second voyage of High School. As Sophomores. still greater problems came before us, but we were able to meet them. The class had decreased in number compared to the pre' ceding year. Some had been called elsewhere to do their work. One loyal. ambitious and courageous member had been called to do his work in the Othler VVorld. Members of our class now began to take .active part in the school activities. Some took part in the literary programs, others showed their skill in athletics. and proved to fellow students that we had talent that would bring honor to the school. A VVhen wlef reached the Junior class. the class in which we were to fit our- selves for the last voyage: of High School life, we worked thoroughly and well, always in harmony. On this voyage our skill in entertaining and the ability to work in har- mony were tleested, The annual b.anquet given the Seniors by the Juniors was a decided success. lt was the most enjoyable event in the school year and the Junior class proved to be royallezntertainers. For our class play we chose Valley Farm a comedy-drama. This was presented to a large au- dience and proved that we had membiegrs who had dramatic ability. After successfully carrying these two big events to the top, we felt that we were capable of 'handling the work of the Senior class. In our Senior year, we carried out the greatest achievement in our school life-the publishing of the Reflector, With skillful editors, business man- agers and an efficient sponsor we put out a different and better Annual. Besides sponsoring this heavy task, Seniors took part in the various school activities. They entered and won honors for the school in athletics, debate, declamation, oration and music. We are now leaving this school of learning to face new tasks, but we face t'hem with confideunce. T-here will be both joys and sorrows to meet, but through the experience gained in our four years of high school, we are fully prepared to eet them.-Arabelle Millard.

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Uhr 'ilivflrrtur . f Gi. 01. I-I. 57. 1925 l fx I :L Gilman Munn As I sat in my chamber weak and Weary, lVith my feret placed on the floor: There came a rap, a very light tap And I asked, Wl1o's that knocking at my door ?', It must be the Alumni, for they've been here benfore, It must be those who've been before. And I ponder!e:d, partly thinking, partly a blank, Dlebating whether to go to the door: Something rose to heights inside me and Said, You can't hol-d out much more, Go and answer that knocking, that tapping at t.he door. It's the Alumni and nothing more. And I started pacing, racing, as I marched I turned my course toward the door, Placing my hand upon thi-ei latch I hesitated, pondered, thinking: But I opened, but very slowly, I opened up the door. The Alumni slowly uttered, You can't hol dout much more. It's just passing through the door. , And I staggered back so weakly, I ponderlefd. marching up and down t.he floor, Four years, just four short years. years just short and moving, But that feeling crept and warmed me, you can't hold out much more. I started toward my morris chair, but my heart turned me toward the You can't hold out much ITIOFC1. I gathered and collected my belongings from about, My books, diploma and my wraps I slowly picked from off the nail, I turned and slowly crept, but kept a moving toward the door, The feeling had proved true, I couldn't hold out much more. Thief Senior class ot '28 became Alumni as they passed out the door And they whispered, Neve'rmore. -Sep Kipling. S 'ir i in door