Galesburg High School - Reflector Yearbook (Galesburg, IL)

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Things You Tolk About Art Immortal JUST A STONY SHIELD OF FLINT. THE WORK OF ONE LONG DEAD- A I I PIECE OF ND AN ART ENBODIED IN AN ARROWHEAD. I CAN SEE AN INDIAN WARRIOR CARVING WITH THE GREATEST SKILL FOR HIS ART TO HIM WAS SACRED AND ITS NEHORY LINGERS STILL. -FA I5 tall: about the seasons, The changes in the year, always happy When green buds do appear. You l am tallc about the Flowers That grow in yonder wood, Yes, l feel their beauty And would pluclc them if l could You tallc about the spring birds That sing their sweetest song, To them l cften listen As the hours speed along. You You tallc about the woodland, Ol the towering treetops green, Yes, l love to be among them, Aye, amidst their blending sheen. You tallc of all the world From the slcy to greenest sod, But l have often wondered Why you never tallc of God. -Dorothea Shaw I0

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Connecticut Memories Connecticut hills are Iilce songs to me, They lift my heart and malce it free. They urge me up where breezes blow To view the scattered daisy fields below. They talce me down where broolcs are found Running peacefully to a shaded town. The hilltops of Connecticut Are never thin and bare, I Icnow, for I've often piclced Wild strawberries growing there. Ile I was sitting on a river banlc When the sun had left the hill Listening to the criclcets As they one by one grew still. The shadows of the evening Came and covered me Xxfhile soft breezes caught the odors Of a sweet magnolia tree. The shadows soon grew darlcer And left the night to me, But I softly smiled and said, fl will hold this in my memory.: -Rena:Godwin EGOTIST YOU CAN T SEE WHAT'S IN MY HEART: BUT PERHAPS YOU WOULDN T BE FLATTERED. -ROSS N L ON AS I DIVE INTO THE POOL I FEEL WATER DAZZLING COOL RISING NOW AROUND MY FACE LATER SLIPPING BACK IN PLACE 1 W S

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To o Trellis Summer trellis, white and happy, Covered with the blooming rose, You display all loveliness That art and beauty can compose. Now in summer, friends surround you, Bees sip honey from the rose, And birds perch lightly on your bars Hunting shadows for repose. Time will come when you'll be pitied, Sorry will your aspect be, You will have no birds and roses, Soon from you will beauty Flee. Winter winds will whistle through you, People seeing you will frown, And your vines, now green and blooming, Soon will turn to withered brown. But, 0 trellis, do not fear it, Live in all your rightful joy, Hold your loved ones closer to you--- Memories winter can't destroy. -Gladys Chinn Memories of Gold I LOCKED UPON THE EARTH BELOW TO SEE A PATCH OF SUNLIT GOLD SWAYING SLIGHTLY T0 AND FRO- A LOVELY SPOT A PERFECT MOLD1' MOST ENTRANCING T0 BEHOLD: AND T0 ME IT DID UNFOLD MEMORIES OF THE YEARS UNTOLD. BUT MY PILOT FROM HIS SEAT SAW A FIELD OF THRIVING WHEATI -ERNESTINE HENSLEY