Fairfield Community High School - Reflector Yearbook (Fairfield, IL)

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Spring Spring Spring Spring Spring Spring Spring - THE REFLECTOR FUN 81 FEATURES SPRING IS HERE is here, sings the robin to his mate, is here to everyone, everyone and Nate, is here to schoolboys as they leave the gate, is here to death, sickness, and hate, is here to garden tools, the garden hoe and rake, is here for lazy boys to use the hook and bait, is here, Summer's coming, Winter much too late. -Russel Wilson -1-. GOD BLESS THE U. S. A. ,ii God bless the U. S. A. Where the democra.tic red, white, Unfurl and blue and wave throughout the day To display their fearless hue! God bless the U. S. A. ' K The home of movies, plays, and sports, Free speech, free press, and religion all day To creeds and races of all sorts! God bless the U. S. A. Where bombs and air raids are unknown, Where children study, and laugh, and Play. And are not shipped to foreign homes! -Joyce Lambrich -111,1 OH TEACHER! MY TEACHER Oh Teacher! My Teacher! our dread- ed task is done, We Seniors have completed every- thing, the diploma we sought is won. The Junior-Senior banquet was a time for all rejoicing, While under-classmen envied us with eyes green and glaringg But Oh the work! work! work! And Oh the torture to our souls. While in the class rooms We scratched Our heads to obtain this goal. Oh Teacher! my teacher! rise up and hear my pleas, Rise up-for you the work is done.. for you we've written themes. For you we've labored every day, and streaked your hair with gray, For you, your disposition ruined, and neared you to your grave: Here Teacher! dear teacher! Though we are full of pranks, Yet in our modest humble way, To you we give our thanks. -Mary E. Bobbett Miss Marlin fin English classlz Bobby, give me a sentence containing the word flippancy . Bobby Lambrich: Let's flip 'n' see whether I pass or flunk. 10101 Jerry Coale: How can you tell when a man is going to propose to you, Sis? Jean Coale: There is usually an engagement ring in his voice.

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----'....L-: ..... '- '- THE REFLECTOR H FUN 8 FEATURES MEMORIES High School was rough 'and stormy, The teachers howled and wailed, The principal like a big white ghost, Seemed to me to haunt the most, As down the halls we sailed. Five years Bill worked to finish, He probably needed more, But along did come Mr. Hake Blll's books he did then take, And tossed them out the door. Julius was another bright student, Very seldom taking time to rest, And in his little brief case Tucked very neatly in place, Were the answers to all our tests. Another very brilliant young gentle- man, Was no other than our Hladies' man, Red'?, When he came in at four, His dad at the door, Said, Get yourself upstairs to bed. Then I -guess the cream of our seniors Was Swede from old Buggerville town, Every week would go up to Centralia To see his little 'iazalia . Till his Pop broke his ford V-8 down. Then down from Cisne came Clutter, As Super-man Babe he was known. A collection of A's he had some, But we weren't so dumb, Because his brother got his lessons at home. Now as I finish my poem, This fact I wish to imply.. In case you're seeking book knowl- edge Don't go off to college, Just say, Make mine old Fairfield High . -J. K. Jones 1- Miss Marlin fin English, classy: What is a. metaphor? Walter McKay: To keep cows in. ,..-1.-1 ALL BEAUTY SLEEPS Across the prairie steals the night, O'er the quiet hills and dale The mystic moon glides in sight Through a gloomy clouded veil. Above the dark fields drift the mist Soft'nin-g the autumn stubblep Then sleep, the spell of night assists And dreams go up in bubbles. All through the woods the branches sway Casting a shadow of peace, And quietness lulls all care away To give our soul release. -Evelyn Newby THE RAKIN' QA parody on , The Raven 'by Edgar Allen Poel Once upon a Monday evening as I sat in English dreaming, Dreaming of the night before, Suddenly there came a tapping of Miss Marlin fiercely rapping, Rapping las she'd never rapped before, Betty, the waste-basket! so I stalked across the floor. To throw away my gum I walked while students 'round me talked And whispered, Send her out the door! Like a hawk Miss Marlin watched me, Stood iher -ground -and fiercely watched me, And I blushed as I had never blushed before, As I tottered to the front with my eyes upon the floor, As she quoted, Nevermore! -Betty Mitchell

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-1-.... THE REFLECTOR l -'T FUN 8: FEATURES FREEDOM The swish of the mighty ocean, The l-ap of the waves of the sea, The cry of the wh.eeling seagull, Is music sweet to me. The sigh of pine-laden forests, The scent of flowers on the hill, The chirp of the well--known robin, Th.ey linger with me still. Thank God I live in America, Where life is as it should be, Where I breathe the air of freedom, And all of my thoughts are free. -Clayton Bushong THE IDEAL FATHER Who can find a virtuous father '! For his price is far above rubies. He is a gold nugget in the sands of time. His son hath no fear in his heart of going broke. His son can always shake down a few shekels as need ariseth. He will do his family good tall the days of his life and ex- pect neither credit nor gratitude in return. He seeketh good business deals and worketh willingly night and day to provide his family with the necessities of life. He is like Santa Claus, he bringeth his gifts from afar. He rlseth also while it is yet night, :and leaveth a check book with mother and a little cash for his sons. He findeth it easy to make a living without constant use of the car. He always leaveth the tank full of gas. He revileth not his son lf the only mid-night oil the boy burns is motor oil. He findeth no .. .Li cause for alarm about E's on the report card. He willingly admitteth that he was no better in his own youth. He looketh upon all things from a boy's point of view. He readily acknowledgetii the boy's good judge- ment in all things. Such fathers are as scarce as the upper inclsors of the ox. A million canst not buy one, but he who hath a million hath no need of one. I -Max Barnard, Junior THE CLIIVIB A man beside a mountain stood, Preparing for a climb He took his pike, his climbing shoes, And started well on time. He cheered, he sang, his spirits rose: He thought how very easy 'Twould be to climb this little hill This evening clear and breezy. He climbed until the sun went down, And he could plainly see, Still was he not so near the top As he had meant to be. All through the night he struggled up, Determined not to stop, Until that time when he should reach The shining, gold-capped top. -Joe Bonner SOCIAL SECURITY When I am old, at sixty-five, And have forgotten my dancing jlve, I will live in utmost purity, On my measley income-Social Se- curity. -Carl Dining