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

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THE REFLECTOR 'li FUN 8: FEATURES OLD F. C. H. S. What, leave that old landmark After four long dreary years, Years of joy, sorrow, and heartache Years of laughter and of tears. Inside it rang the freshman's shout And burst out the senior roar The twitter of the middle floor girls I shall hear no more. Those halls, once black with fresh- men's marks Where we seniors would loaf and blow, While our underclassmen went hur- riedly by Afraid their grades would be low, No more shall it feel our weary tread Or hear our shouts at three-forty- five Nor hear us sing in tunes off-key Our imitations f ' the jumping- jlve. No more shall these old battered walls Hear our outcries of grief, Nor when our teacher says, no test , Our thankful gasp of relief! Now we must leave these old class- rooms Those halls we will no more tread We leave them to our posterity Who, like us, will forge ahead. .Loy Harper Mr. Ivers fin History classl: As I stand here, I seem to see it all. I can see Nero, the wretch, casually fiddling away, while the magnificent city of Rome was being consumed by fire. I wonder wh-at song he could have been playing? Glen Piatt: There's a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight . A SENIOR'S COMPLAINT At midnight in my dreams, Miss Marlin comes to me, And she conjures the dread of four long years, When she praises poetry. Malevolent, scornful, strong, She towers, a dire spirit o'er me, Her eyes shine forth like balls of fire, As she quotes poetry. I twist and squirm and wilt, I vainly try to flee, But she chants on to the stars above, Of the beauty of poetry. She will stand in class tomorrow, And smile right tenderly, And veil the scorn in her blue eyes, But still preach poetry. I hear it o'er and o'er So much, you can't blame me, If in my troubled sleep at night, I dream of poetry. -Jean Coale Venita Murphy: That blind date of mine last night had something wrong with his vision. Marcella Jones: Was he blind? Venita: No, but he seemed to see parking spots before his eyes. 1010i First Freshman: What's this I hear about Harold Barnard getting into trouble? Second Freshman: He was caught trying to count his ribs while taking Physiology exam.

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--Tl-.i' THE REFLECTOR -'l FUN 8 FEATURES Dressed in her father's trousers, Helen Crawford, one day Went and eloped with a fellow! What will the papers say? Read then the startling headline fSuoh are the whims of chancej That sprang next day from the press- es, HFLEES IN PAPA'S PANTS. .-0..0. Dorothy Vaughn: I hear that Mrs. Freshwater has been overcome by heat. Doris Waln: How? Dorothy: In Home Economics the other day she found in a cook book a. recipe which read, Sit on stove and do not stir . Doris: Yes? Dorothy: Well, she did. .-0...0.- Joe Bonner: Did the noise we made when I took you home last night wo1'- ry your folks? Norma Forbes: Oh, no. It was the silence. 10101. James Jones: I really think our song writers are writing better pop- ular numbers, don't you? New Girl: Yes, I do. How do you like Our Love Affair ? Jones: Well, of course we haven't known each other very long yet, but it's all right so far. 1.-lii Mr. Hume fin shopl: Now, how would you make a, venetian blind? Bob Friedman: I'd punch his eyes out. LOTO.. Hal Butler fin a cafebz This spa- ghetti reminds me of football. Leland Clutter: Why? Hal: Always ten more yards to go. -0-0- Louisiana Policeman Cto Dickey, Melrose, etc.J: Hey, take it easy! Didn't you see that sign, SLOW DOWN HERE ? Boys: Yes, officer, but we thought it was just describing this village. .- 0...0i Mr. Phelps fto band membersl: Your playing this morning reminds me of a popular song. Earl J. Hallam: What song? Mr. Phelps fsarc-asticallylz We Could Make Such Beautiful Music Together. 1070, C. B. Simmons: I wish to marry your daughter, sir. Fond Father: Do you drink, young man? C. B.: Thanks, but 1et's settle this other matter first.

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il-.ii-1'-' THE REFLECTOR W- '- FUN A FEATURES THE BAND Blessings on thee, little man, You who play in the school band, Someday you may have your own, Anoth.er'll then play your trombone. Oh, yes, my little majorette, Have you caught your young Robert yet? The moon and stars will help your plight, So try them out some moonlight night. There is the -girl with. the clarinet I hope her hand is better yet. I hope it's so much better that, When she plays 'again she'1l hit B flat. Look at the boy with the manly figure He plays a horn that's even bigger And when he blows -a mighty blast, You wonder if his breath will last. We salute the man they call Cassa- nova. He doesn't stop until the playin's over. He smokes a cob pipe very strong, And then asks you if something .s wrong. -Victor Smith Jerry Coale: I see you have had boy friends coming thick and fast the last few weeks. Elizabeth Bonner: Yes, I have, and that's just the trouble-some of them are too thick and the rest are too fast. -o-o.. Mr. Hake: If I have addressed this assembly too long, it's because I haven't my watch with me and the clocks are out of order this afternoon. Voice from Student Assembly: There's a calendar behind you. SPRING IN F. C. H. S. Spring has come in Fairfield High, And a few students breathe a sigh, Give a yell of shouts and shrieks, And scream, Let's skip, and go to the Greek's. In Gus the Greek's they sit all day, In a nervous, half-scared way, And think of some good-sounding fake, That they can tell to Mr. Hake. Next day they come back to school, Feeling nervous, as a rule, And in the office, they sweat and shake, While telling their alibis to Mr. Hake. Mr. Hake says in a chilling tone, Like a sharp knife on a pocket hone, Well, where were you and what was the matter? Come now, don't give me any lies and chatter. Their nerve break down under I-Iake's cold stare, Each nervously squirms in an office chair. They decide the punishment will be much less, If they all break down and really confess. One by one they silently take their lectures, All feeling like little delicate tex- tures, Which are very badly strained and bent When Mr. Hake takes five percent. -Carl Dining