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

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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

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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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' THE REFLECTOR WWW- FUN 8: FEATURES HOPELESS My mind is a blank, I can write no more, My patience is gone, I've become a bore: I've used up my pencil, I've lost my Pell, Miss Marlin says, Write it again! I borrow a pencil, I borrow a book. To get some idea how a poem should lookg But no, it's no good, my brain just won't work, T guess my brain lacks a poetical quirk. I'm now such a nuisance, I'm ready to quit, But I've got an ideal, I hope it's a hitg I borrow a pencil 3 I borrow some ink, And when it's all written, it's no qood, I think. Miss Marlin reads it over, goes to the ceiling, We get her off, but she has no feel- ingg My work was in vain, my efforts fruitless, I can't write poems, I guess it's use- less. -Anna Mae Curry Tommy Puckett: Would a kiss be out of place? ' Edythe Rlheay: Not necessarily, big boy, if your eyesight is -good. ' -0-01 'Julius Hammack fpleadinglyl: But Mr. Hake, I have just finished eating dinner. Surely you wouldn't whip me on a full stomach. Mr. Hake: I won't. I'll turn you over. METER What is this thing called meter Come down to haunt us so? Marlin said each poem must have it Before she'll let it go. I can't seem to get it, Whatever it may beg I've dried and tried but here I am Still up that same old tree. I've wasted so much paper, And it seems an awful sin, That a little thing called meter Would make her keep me in. Some day an inspiration Will surely come to me, Then I'll show them just how much This meter did for me. -.Marcella Smith Mr. Hake: Freda, I notice your grades have been rather low lately. Wheat is wrong? Freda Bruce: Oh, Mr. Hake, I am so nervous in school. What would you say to a girl who is so nervous she jumps into the nearest man's arms every time she is frightened? Mr. Hake: Boo! 10-0- Mr. Holt: Have I had my afternoon nap yet, dear? Mrs. Holt: Certainly, you just woke up. Mr. Holt: That's what I thought, but I wasn't sure whether 1'd been asleep or just dreamed it. 10101 Leland Rawls: Let's skip classes and take in a movie. Bill Borah: Can't do it, pal, I need the sleep.