Galesburg High School - Reflector Yearbook (Galesburg, IL)

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Reveries A slim, tapered Venetian barlc Resting lightly on calm waters. l.ovely Long-haired maidens dance, and posing As a joyful jest, cut graceful Silhouettes of marble-white against the Prow. Here, where heaven and earth Appear as one, l am drugged by Elusive flower perfumes or blissfully Haunted by clear lilting laughter Which comes floating over Cool, tranquil water . . 4 Q Q o e o o o 4 Q Q o Q n o l dream on in ecstacy, Till the one who waits by the side of me Says: fcome, it's much too nice a day To watch a brown leaf float away.: -Wanda Goode Night The slcy is her soft purple gown, And all the stars that shimmer down Are silver beads so artfully placed That celestial patterns interlace. Then to complete her evening wear A white lunar-orchid adorns her hair. -Wanda Goode Summer Fantasy A DUSTY ROAD. A WARTY FROG. A SCORCHING SUN. A SLEEPY DOG. A A BAREFOOT BOY. A PAIL OF WORMS A HEART OF' JOY SHADY BANK RIPPLING STREAM NIBBLING FISH JOY SUPREME A A A A TORN STRAW HAT.

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Road ln Sicily YOU WANDER ON SO PEACEFULLY. 0 GOLDEN ROAD IN SICILY ABOVE YOU BENDS AN ALMOND TREE O WINDING ROAD IN SICILY WHERE D0 YOU LEAD WHAT D0 YOU SEE ENTICING ROAD IN SICILY? -V GIN LIN OTH A Challenge 'Over the hills a trumpet blew, lts voice a golden challenge threw To a youth, who dreaming lay. Une step he toolc But paused to loolc At the valley that he lcnew. And the hills seemed high and lar away. But still the distant trumpet blew And stfong his reluctant footsteps drew Across the hills, by pathways dim, To a haunted shore. And, as he rose once more, More clear the misty roadway grew, For he glanced not once behind him. -Anne Brown Loveliness The fragrance of lavender lilacs Brings a breathlessness Exquisite as when The crest of a curving hill Reveals Blue valleys. -Virginia Linrothe I i l l l F I l i

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Tommy A CHILDISH FANCY. A PASSING WHIM- Thoi Yellow Piece of Steel .langlel Jang! .langlel clangs the street car as it roots its predestined course through every bloclc, hour alter hour, day after day, year after year, until it merges into the lives of the worlcing present. The old yellow car jerlcs along its monotonous way, delivering the dinner pail masses,the bridge crew, the school review---life in its prime. From the heart ol the bustle to slum, to apartment, to home, that hitching piece of saliron steel bumps along to cater to its million. In teems with life in every stage. That old hoolc nosed one, whose appearance has driven away all prospects, has endured a trying hour with her eldest sister Sarah, who has accidentally slipped into that old maid stage. Sarah also sullers rheumatism. Constantly viewing her paint bespattered counten- ance or reflected admirers, the youngest passenger rides ceaselessly on one small dime. 'Tis sad a hand- some conductor must be so businesslilcel Perhaps that old Fossil in the third seat regrets his weelcly spree. Thinlcing ol lVIarthy's reprimand for his depleted purse, he resolves to he more careful with those cronies next time. The old blaclc matron rides alone, separated from the rest. She spends her days pleasing superiors but slips into her own world when her worlc is Finished. The young fellow with the shilting eyes slouches oil the car. His defiant opposition to society is the city's greatest problem. The car swerves as it stops. Bit by bit, life leaves that tram to wall: down paths ol glory or despair. Who knows? -Josephine Lowry TO BE PATRONIZED BY EVERYONE- HEI M STER FOR S A EVERYONE KNOWS FROM HIS CURLY HEAD TO HIS SOFT BROWN TOES HE GURGLES FOR ATTENTION AND CROWS WHEN HE GETS IT HES A CLEVER LITTLE MITE AND NEVER FORGETS IT. -JEANNE ELD