Gibson City High School - Drummer Yearbook (Gibson City, IL)

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' x 9 ,165 1 , 17 'fri HE fulclllty although the students of mos' schools do not iw' . , . , L 'l realize it, are the most helpful, kindly influences upon i our hves that will he found outside the home lhey are always ready to turn a sympathetic ear to our trouhles fproviding they are justl and ever ready with a helping hand to guide us over the rough spots. The faculty always stands ready to rescue us from the toils of snares into which we all fall at one time or another. Stern at one time, laughing at another, these individuals go through the routine of teaching us something useful that may prove a boon to us some day. Thus, too, with the Newfoundland dog. Ever kind, gentle and helpfulg ready at a moment's call to plunge into the treacherous yet calm appearing sea, and rescue unwary per- sons who have gotten into its clutches. Much have we to thank the faculty for, more than we can imagine until in the years of after life we come to appreciate their kind deliverance of us. viglitt-en

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.Af AS A SENIOR SEES THE FACULTY The faculty I regard with deepest sighs With their gnashing teeth and glittering eyes, And as each day they tell my fate My feeling for them nearly turns to hate. Each day when I at school arrive I see them together trying to contrive Some new way to torture us all While one stands guard out in the hall. First comes English and after that Math. And what they say to me arouse-s my wrath, Third comes Law and then P. D. Boy! How those teachers glare at me. Then comes noon and a little peace 'Cause then for a while my troubles cease. But soon the bell rings and to Chemistry I go. And that completes my tale of woe. And here at the last, I want to add I hope this poem won't make the teach- ers feel bad Cause this gives 'em a reason to go up in the air But, no kiddin', teachers, I wrote it on a dare. -Donald Ayresman, '32, AS A FRESHMAN SEES THE FACULTY The faculty I do adoreg First of all comes the science hour, Each day I grow to love them more. To test those dull brains of ours, As each week so swiftly flies, Then comes Lating it's a rage I'm yearning for their approving eyes. Of conquering Caesar, the sage. Each day when I the schoolhouse reach, Next is Algebra, my! oh, my! Hopeful smiles I receive from each. I sit and gossip till the bell Wi sh I could overcome it, by and by If I could, then, oh boy, My life would be nothing but joy. Last comes Englishg how I adore The dear teacher waiting there at the Bids us all rush then pell-mell. door. Then home I go, once again, Wishing school would never end. -Anna Mae Barrow, '35, THE ASSEMBLY HALL A p-lace of study, a place of fun, A place to play when your work is done. Upon the wall many famous busts you see, Of people that should be examples to you and me. Also a faithful clock have we, That tells you where and where not to be. Upon the stage of the assembly hall, Is our motto ''Knowledge-Honor-Service to be seen by all. On one side of the room filling up space, Is a very large and extensive bookcase. Where students that have their lessons do often go To forget their studies and all of their woe. On the floor of this room and in the back Are a number of seats that ,do not students lack, On the whole a worthy assembly hall, we all do agree, For students and callers alike to see. Louise Kerchenfaut '32. .1 1 l25fLFE'I-EE H. 'evcntcon

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