Hall High School - Hall Light Yearbook (Spring Valley, IL)

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(Jlass |Wm To our ears there comes a murmur Of a mighty throng of people, Passing down a beaten highway As if rushing to a conquest, As if hastening with great forces On a mission of importance. Let us hasten out to see them, See whence comes the goodly number, See what calls them ever onward, That they go with step so joyous, Go with glad and joyful murmurs. Should you ask me whence these travelers With their bright and shining faces, Whence this throng of happy people With the odor of the chalk dust, With the atmosphere of knowledge, I should answer, I should tell you, “From our high school, ‘Land of Learning,’ From that home of joys and sorrows.” So that vou may know them better And in knowing take great pleasure, I shall bring them all before vou, One by one, each student joyful, And the f'rst shall be the smallest, Silvio Avon, silent, trustful, He with eves soft bmwn. and fawn-like, Who to get an education Traveled weary miles twice daily. Amy Bouxsein. blushing, lisping, Even-tempered, plumu, and pleasing, Jnw comes walking down the roadway, Prim, precise, yet moving onward With a fixed determination To press forward down the highway, Till she finds her life’s vocation Giving youthful minds instruction.

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that in a so-called class tournament, the tribe of ’21 took onto itself second place. And so did this band labor hard and long in the Court of Learning, and it was decreed by the authorities thereof that after they had rested a certain period they should again come back into their own country of knowledge. Now, it was decreed that the entire multitude of the two most powerful tribes of the Court, the Juniors and the Seniors, should assemble in a great meeting, the annual Prom. As it was said it was done; and there was much feasting and dancing. Verily was it said that good management was shown by various maidens who did not wish to go to this promenade alone. CHAPTER IV And as it had been told unto them, so did the tribe come back, but verily, some of them had journeyed into distant lands and did not return with the tribe. Thus it came to pass that only twenty-nine did labor on in this land of Knowledge. And behold a high and mighty Lord by the name of Melton did come to administer justice over this land, and this Lord did so rule that the members of the tribe of ’21 were forced to labor harder and study more diligently than their inclinations would have prompted them. As the class went on its way with great rejoicing through the land of plenty and promise, certain leaders were chosen: Anthony of the house of Faletti, president, Mary of the house of Hanney, vice-president. And from their number, several youths and maidens were chosen to sing in a play called “Wind Mills of Holland” for the pleasure of the many people of the surrounding countries. It is said that all who heard the singing were well pleased and went away rejoicing. And as it had happened in the third year of the travels of the class of ’21, so again did a fever attack its members and again by all manner and means, did they try to kick a ball around a field and between two posts. With such skill and strength did they grapple with warriors from other lands that those who came to conquer journeyed homeward sore distressed. And then it came to pass that this class chose as the motto for its future travels, “To Win We Must Work,” and for their colors chose Purple and White. And as their fourth year of sojourneying in this Land of Learning came to a close, they gathered unto themselves their various belongings, made their last will and testament, and departed from the land. Silvio Avon. 28.

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Next comes Barto, plodding onward, Down the highway ever onward. He in High School loved to linger, And his grades no doubt seem precious, Since for them he worked years seven As in olden times did Jacob Toil for his beloved Rachael. Frances Reiter follows onward With an air that speaks of vigor And a whole-souled power to conquer; Tall and stately as becometh One whom much the Gods have favored With a beauty many envy; And Success in letters golden Ever stands out plain before her, As she walks in stately manner, Looking forward to the future. Dallas Schurtz with glances listless Now comes plodding o’er this highway, Caring not what lies before him, Caring not for this life’s labor, And he comes with both feet dragging, Never hurrying, always slowly, Till at last he ends his progress, And in ending leaves behind him Nothing worthy of recording. Now we see a maiden joyous, Emma Devert, laughing, dancing; Laughing, dancing on this roadway As she follows with these travelers, And it makes her friends grow happy Just to see her feel so joyous. Down the road a tall youth hurries, Gesturing as he travels onward, Seemingly rehearsing speeches That will hold spellbound his listeners When he as a public speaker Will win fame and honors many; Gregory Doyle thus travels onward. . .. 30.