Galesburg High School - Reflector Yearbook (Galesburg, IL)

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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'

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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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bf' 0 7 ,Fig , .w-iifgpei ,fffgff 1a'a:.-izgfffi: -1 ggfi'-:S 1 : f -L Tlii-ff wx i ' Ti 'Tiff sal' 1 i , '1' 'muh :lf n-sunk 515- 4. ., ,ifiif-if H ii' -22 2 Q 'fiii gkiilfrl Ccirnsiolk Burning Time When l loolc to the East-- A half dozen suns are rising, Soft, rosy hali-circles cast a pale pinlc mist about them. Far to the West-- Other suns are sinlcing, Ruddy, crimson discs, glowing with a rose-ash hue. And in the North-- l-ligh, high up, My new Jerusalem burns, lts pillars are in flames, lts duslcy rool merges into night. It is April -- corn-stallc burning time. - Enid Peterson Night Queen The night is a haughty queen Who ilaunts bright stars in her hair, She displays to the world a robe Qi glorious, silver air. She moves through the jeweled slcy Surveying her lcingdom wide, Leaving brolcen, useless dreams That human hearts must hide. - Blanche Cordell