Fairbury Cropsey High School - Crier Yearbook (Fairbury, IL)

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The Industriae Era John NuxxbHum, '38 It all began in “’34,” When cotton gins came in, The cotton price began to soar, And “sweat-shops” to begin. Inventors found a ready sale, For products of their mind, With uses of petroleum. For fuels of every kind. The farmers had supplied themselves To fill their humble needs, And peddlers selling from their shelves Sold ribbons, pins, and beads. But cities soon began to call. With money, jobs, and noise, So farmers left their farms, and all Sought city wealth and joys. The cities filled with wealthy men, Who made their gold from oil, They pulled all strings around them then And drilled out good rich soil. The rich would live in large fine homes, Far from the stench and dirt Of alleys filled with dead things’ bones; The rich, these could not hurt. The same old cycle has to run, There is no way to stop it, We know hard times are not much fun, So don’t you be too hard-hit. The fact’ries ran by children’s work, They had no proper care. With city fathers—not alert, Improvements were too rare. What happened then will happen now, A panic is the name. The rich men said, “We’ll not allow—” It came though, just the same. The Crier » 1938 Nineteen

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American History Jim Tipton, '38 The Civil War is over, at least that’s what they say, But North and South still quarreled, for many a dreary day. The South still wanted slavery, the North said “nothin' doing,” But in the minds of Southerners, many plans were brewing. With all these Black a-wander, they didn’t know what to do. This large and serious problem, had Congress guessing, too. Some Blacks became unruly, some plotted in a gang, And many a Southern white man saw many a Negro hang. Then came the Reconstruction, what to do with Rebel States; Many plans were thought of, and also many debates. Then Congress had a plan, after a lot of deep thinkin’, Another plan was made, this one by President Lincoln. The Radicals then objected, they thought this plan too lenient; They planned to make another, to be much more convenient. Amid much hot discussion, we find another man, This was our new President, he made the Johnson Plan. While Johnson was in power, the Radicals tried to impeach him, And Johnson’s chance to hold his office, sure looked awful slim. The President would have lost his rank, his cause would have fell, Had only one more Senator voted for acquittal. Scalawags and Carpetbaggers, then appeared on the scene, The white people of the South, thought them rather mean. The Scalawags joined the Carpetbaggers, they said it was their duty, But the main reason for this union was, they wanted to share the booty. The legislature of South Carolina, had the two races mixed. They had quite a problem on their hands, and couldn’t get it fixed. The Negroes numbered eighty-eight, with sixty-seven white, And many of the Negro members could neither read nor write. While these Negroes held the power, they set an awful tax, And the progress of this Southern State, became rather lax. With military regiments stationed to stop all violence, The Southern people couldn’t stop, corruption and extravagance. Also harmful to the South, were the works of Union Leagues, These people were almost helpless to the Union’s intrigues. The Southern whites decided that in order to save their treasures, The only thing left to do was to resort to drastic measures. A secret organization was formed, and called the Ku Klux Klan, And every time the Negroes saw them, they turned around and ran. The reason the Klan was started, was to secure some discipline, But after it gotta good start, they caused a grudging feelin1. This organization finally committed general disorder, But General Forrest issued a notice to disband the order. By many of the Southern people the Klan was greatly feared, And after an act of Congress, the band practically disappeared. Finally the Republicans and Democrats broke the Radical power, And Radical ruling in the South, suddenly became quite sour. After this the North and South gradually became re-united, And many a wrong on both the sides had suddenly been righted. Since that time our Country’s grown, and had its ups and downs, And other territories and villages, have grown to States and Towns. Although we’ve had some difficulties, and many foes we’ve met, I think that our own United States is the greatest country yet. Eighteen The Crier » 1938

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It Isn’t Lovk Hetty Smith 38. When boy meets girl it’s plain to see he can’t Be kept a suitor long without a kiss. If all girls went upon a strike he’d rant, He won’t try going on without; his kiss he’d miss; A kiss alone upon the dark front steps, Is quite a triumph of a boring night, But you should hear the girls run down his rep, And you’d lind out she’s darned near always right; I’d say if you can find another girl. Who honestly will say she likes to neck You’d better hold her, you have won a pearl, Yet I’d still look at you and say, “Oh, heck,” A boy may think a girl can really spoon But will his ears burn on the next day’s noon. Sonnet Real Happiness Is Preceded by Sadness Helen Beck ley 38. How often when we look ahead in life, And all the obstacles thereof we see Which must be overcome by work and strife, Before our aims of early youth can be. It seems that those who have the things to start Are not the ones who want to get somewhere; And those who work with all their mind and heart, Can truly feel that life is most unfair. But after they have gone through all the years, With high ambitions and a strength of will, And although they have known of cares and tears, The other one may not be happy still, The joy of sincere happiness is not shown In those who have no sadness really known. A Life Lived by Two James Sterns '38. The trunk of that old oak in our front yard Is very much the same as my lithe frame, For its own trunk is very staunch and hard. The limbs compare to arms and legs of me. As long as there is food for each to eat. The tree and I will be alive and aid Each other in preparing when we meet That day in which our blessing will be made. The tall and stately pine is very straight, For it has never told the world a lie, And some day we might pass through heaven’s gate If we can plug along without a sigh. And get to be just like the lonely pine, If we can only keep into the line. Twenty The Crier » 1938