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

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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

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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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