Galesburg High School - Reflector Yearbook (Galesburg, IL)

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TWG SCDNNETS The sea is spealcing, deep in stormy roar Echoes arrive in thunder fringed with spray. The ships are driven swift by steeds of gray That Neptune guides across from shore to shore. A captain stands on declc, afraid no more, Llnheeding waves that seelc to wash away The man whose steadfast hand combatsthe fray And turns the prow to cut the tempest's core. The briny dirges carve their notes in death Along the reefs of ruin that line the sea. Beneath the restless oceanfs surging breath Are hapless bones of seamen, swinging free. The sea's the draught of doom,- the devil's strength, A coffin, craving men to fill its length. - Dean Peterson A chill wind shatters clear Octobefs day, And birds, that late and long deceived have been By nature's Iing'ring sunny smile, are seen In hasty flight. No longer will they stay. The trees, soon stripped of gay and bright array, Incensed are, and wave their arms, and lean To southward, then to northward they careen, As to the changing wind they yield and sway. On high the fleecy, tumbled clouds surge by. The shifting, silent depths of ether blue, Part midway to receive the cooling sun, 'I-hat, lilce a Icing, recedes into the slcy. The fair, beloved summer bids adieu, For beauteous winter needs must reign anew. - Mary Turnbull 'S 159' m:q,:x.: Ag-tf. -ham.:-nzgyac. . nazi? 1731,-12' - '13 t11f I:5 :ff what ,..f if 43,1 1,g:::'. E . X XX Bo: if 52? I Msg:-,...:-4... .1 - ,.,f -M,:,w' . ' ,si if ' 35 'SEQ-PL' rr .:' .f5J 1 A . wifes 53543 ,L -t ,.,,g'. 331.62 .5 21 'JZ' -'N a 1 . ,,.g:.,., .. Q. .,,,, , ., 4,1 , 'Stat' 3, grfzm ,,1:ft.,-Q.: I xii 952 fa? , , als, Q! af iff, IQ W I ,Ki ., E55 sa ,fs- i 435' A 'git 'C' of 41' . jf X1-. .5 2 'fit 1' li' xii .. . , .ff 552255 3' Ts, I .Hg Qtkj'-.xigf MOBS DOER OF SHAMEFUL DEEDS FOLLOWING EMOTION'S LEAD IN WISDOM LACKING COWARDS BACKING ORATOR'S TOOL. WORSE THAN ONE FOOL DEMOCRACY'S CURSE. WHAT CAN BE WORSE. THAN A MOB? EGOTIST EGOTIST--ANOTHER NAME FOR FOOL. YOU THINK YOU RE A MASTER OF MEN BUT YOU RE ANY FLATTERER'S TOOL VERNON DLSON X .fqgiw ' .ttf- ' 'P fx32t,12s,f : - ' , 513335-::2Q2..,,,1I , 1: E'ff:i?i'-5 I

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, in ln Honor ol Miss Anno Nelson Q X A TRIBUTE 'Tis books that gbape a man? success And learning that decides bis day. The talent of a man is dead 'Till education ligbts the way. You were the Friend of those you taught- A patient guide, with gentle tact, A carefree youth was turned to thought As brighter grew the realms of fact. Upon our looms with care you set A pattern of resplendent hue, A model For lile's lirst design. For this, Youth gives its praise to you. - Dean Peterson MY LATIN TEACHER Yes, you taught us Latin, OF all its forms we learned, We read ol Cicero and Caesar, And how the Roman walls were burned. l Few will long remember The famous quoted lines, Ol gods the Romans worshipped, Their customs and their signs--- But expressions on your lcindly lace, Pleasant hours when classes met, The Friendly way you worlced with us, All,are cherished thoughts we can't Forget- - Rena Godwin B fu .l- '.!' - E'::::5e: L' 'IIIIIF' ' 'W I Nl 'fx o Q o :esse- .4 fr x T? it T,

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f I, 'I xx , .im- I KNOW A WIND. A BOUNCING WIND. IT BREATHS OF SALT AND ROTTING OAK OF OLD RUBBER BOOTS AND CLAMS. HALF DRIED IN THE SUN I KNOW A WIND. A LONG. THIN WIND. IT SINGS TO ME IN MY ROCK-BOUND CAVE AS IT SHARPENS ITS EDGE G A I ON A R N TE CLIFF HIGH ABOVE THE TIMBER LINE. RUSSELL NELSON. -.jim ,'1:, - F' -Eliiffrf 57332212 5233- :A ,Ag 2, .za 1 . iii xligfg, v :W :2?f455's: z,,1g '.J,f:s- fsqfii' 5 3'lif's,Q'iE'f .f,. - . I 'x f 'V'-:'9i,'2o . '1 Hs. '- f1L'.'.E'--s , 'mini Z. fy, .39 iliiiv.-.rf-,221 'HMA iffqlfz. .fiaf I gig If 'fx gf, gig W as ag rf? ix iii ga jg? .BY gg Qi 315' r, rf? E? gf' W WIND SCDNGS The wind is a saga singer. Soft and whispering in fragrant cherry boughs or loud and merry over rippling grain Fields, Lashing the snow in a Dalcota blizzard or the waves in a storm at sea, Playing with the dust of a slummy street or howling over the arid plains-country, Lush and warm in the tropics or melancholy in a clammy, northern drizzle, Or whining under the eaves and hooting down the chimney-flue, In all moods and weathers, ways and places, times and voices, I-le sings his songs in all ears. But Few listen, And lewer understand. -Olivgrwarnzr l lcnow a wind, A, gay little breeze- Tripping merrily across the meadow, Tiptoeing into the woods, Slcipping across a laughing stream, Rippling the waters of a placid pool, Lingering a moment in the sombre shadows of the pines, Dashing away to the sun-bathed valley, Stopping to caress a dew-drenched violet, Greeting a smiling dalfodil, Dancing away to the hillside, Catching a lcite on high in' gleelul abandon, Saluting the dawn, I Laughing at life, Wild, joyous windl -Loldmde I-mes I . , X 7? 7: jf:-.1 315-7'