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

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-.i-'-1 THE REFLECTOR ill' FUN 8a FEATURES A PARODY ON -BEAT: BEAT! DRUMS 1 by Walt whnman Push! Push! boys -shove! girls! shove! Through corridors-throu-gh doors- burst like a ruthless force, Out of the school building, and scat- ter the assembly, Into the streets Where they may for- get the cares of life: Leave not the principal quiet-no happiness must he have in all the noise, Nor the policemen any pe-ace, as they blow their horns and speed down the streets, So fast they drive and turn the cor- ners-so loud they blow their horns. Push! Push! 'boys-shove! girls! shove! - Out of the crowded corridors-down the walks to Gus' or any place but home, Do their mothers prepare the beds for them at night? For them to sleep late in the morning? No pupils study any at home-and hen-dly any at soliool-will they all succeed? Will they continue to playg will the flunkers continue to flunk? Will the teachers continue to try to teach those who do not care? Then push them harder, fiercer boys -you girls, the harder shove. Push !Push! boys -shove! girls! shove! Make no parley-stop for no advice or anything. Mind not tlhe teachers-take not the 'advice of elders, Mind not the principal scolding the others, Heed not the principal's advice, nor that of the teachers, Make many failures in life due to your conduct in class and school, So hard you push, you boys and girls, so loud you pupils are. -James Nettleton ENGLISH FOUR Once upon the third floor dreary, While I studied. 'although weary, Over an awful chapter of my English Four, While my thoughts went far and near, Someone caught me by the ear, It was only my dear teacher, Teacher of my English Four. All of this I shall remember, For 'twas seen 'by every member Of my class in English Four. When I ask for information, I sometimes hear this exclamation From my teacher o'er and o'erg You shall all flunk English Four. Cnce when English class had start- ed, A cross look at me swiftly darted, Which meant for me to study Eng- lish Four. This look was sent by dear Miss Mar- lin. After she had bawled out Harlan, She sent another as before, Teacher of my English Four. Oh, 'tis well I shall remember, My English paper in Novemberg On it I made a low grade as before. On my papers were You're'a messer Miss Marlin wrote it, Oh, God bless her. I keep on trying as before, But I can't pass this English Four. I'll think this thing out by and by, I'll put in practice do or die , 'Til I pass this English Four. I make a vow and leave it here, To the seniors of next year, And if I die 'fore my work is o'er, Oh, bury me with my English Four. -Darrell Obrecht

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-- THE REFLECTOR ii- FUN 8: FEATURES THE FACULTY These teachers seem to have all the luck, They have no need to study, While we poor students slave and work. Gee! when will we be lucky? Miss Marlin teaches English IV, Gosh! is she ever tough! When it comes to essays and poems, She really knows her stuff. There's Mr. Lappin with Spanish and French, He's the French Club's pride and joy, When he plays football with the scrubs, You'ld th.ink he was just 'a boy. Mr. -Broadway's so stately and fine, He's almost seven feet tall, He's the tallest one we have here at school, But he doesn't mind at all. Miss Sul1ivan's still building her sky- scrapers tall, Just as she used to do. Maybe she'll get to the top some davg I hope I get there, too! Then there's Mr. Grubb and his tink- ling piano, Gosh! how that man can play. We could sit by the hour and listen to him, And never a word would we say. Mr. Newton thinks we should rise in the morning, Sing God Bless America twiceg He signed the draft and he's ready to g'0, ' . ' l-3 - ' For him-no marriage, no, rice. Arlie is the secretary, A ' She gives slips, pink and blue, E' ' And-when we say that we were ill, She wonders if it is true. Mr. Ivers teaches a subject, Which is very hard for all. And when we go to History class, My! how our grades do fall. The best of them fall is our principal, His name is Nelson L. Hake. Of all tlhe teachers here at school, He really takes the cake. I-Ie gets a little peeved sometimes, But we can't blame him much. The way we ,act land carry on, We're really a noisy bunch. We Seniors bid ifarewell to you, The teachers and old F.C.H.S. When We're askedfifwe enjoyed it all, y -e - We'll nod our heads and say Yes . -Dolly Corder -l. SPRING FEVER I want to get out of the classroom Away from care and work And fling myself on the cool green earth And shirk-and shirk-and shirk! I want to get out on the hillside And pluck myself a spray Of violets and a goldenrod, And play-and play-and play! I want to get out in the open Under the sunray's beam And .sit down by a sparkling brook And dream-and dream-and dream! I like to get out in the springtime And go somewhere away To a budding wood or meadowland And stay-and stay-and stay! -Evelyn Newby