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

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®he (Ancient Reliant (Brabnatc It is an ancient High School “grad”, And he stoppeth Freshies three, “By thy long gray beard and glittering eye, Let loose, now ‘leave’ us be! “The classroom doors are open wide, And bells are e’en now ringing, The task is set, the students met To work they’re all beginning.” He holds them with his skinny hand, “There was a class,” quoth he, “Hold oft! unhand us graybeavd loon!” Eft soons his hand dropt he. The Freshmen three sat on a stone; They deemed it only prudent, And thus spake on that time worn man, That ancient High School student. “I’ve had a dream, a glorious dream, Replete with memories dear, An urge makes me this dream impart, You cannot choose but hear. “Only when I’ve told you all, Can you to your class rooms go, Cease talking, be still, I’ll have my will.” His voice grew hushed and low. He spoke as one who visions rare, Saw pictured before his eyes, He seemed to forget the Freshies three, This man so wondrous wise. “In my dreams last night, I lived again The days of twenty-two, I saw my class mates everyone And our teachers tried and true. TWENTY-SEVEN

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provided a suitable outlet for talent of all sorts. The members of the Senior class have been prominent in the work of not only these enterprises, but in all other school activities as well. A goodly portion of every athletic team of the past season was made up of members of our class. Then too, a number of our members had prominent parts in the operetta, “In Love With a Hero,” and in the Minstrel. Who is there among us who has forgotten Gerno’s famous song? Only a few short days of high school life remain before us—only a few days more in which to make our final impressions of knowledge upon the teachers—only a few more days to exercise our talents in bluffing—only a few more days in which to collect “happy thoughts” on the pages of our memory books. Only—but why go in! The history of a grand and glorious class is well nigh done. We go forth into the world. May we in the future enjoy as pleasant a life as that which we here leave recorded in this, the pages of our history. —John Maurer. LIFE WAS ONCE A DREAM, BUT NOW—!! Although we are worldly Seniors now, To the Sophs in college we will presently bow. We ruled the domain of Hall Township dear, But in the years to come we’ll have reason to fear. In high school, life was easy it seemed, But now, without doubt, it’ll not be such a dream, But Au Revoir to good high school days For we’re out for a “sho enuf” position that pays. “Chinkie”-Mills Corporation—’22. TWENTY-SIX

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“No plan was there to this dream of mine, I flitted here, I flitted there, From Physics lab—to noisy shop, From thence to basement stair. “I saw our ‘prexy’ good old Turk, Our Turk of football fame, I saw him trot out on the field The leader of all who came. “Across my vision there danced a maid, Isabelle with short curly hair, Her lips curved in a smile as she danced the while, That maiden, oh so fair! “Next Anne appeared with eyes of brown, As I entered the English class, As of yore, ‘Not prepared,’ she said with a sigh, That brown-eyed, sweet-tempered lass. “Laura glided into view, A maiden thin and small, ‘Oh girls what is our lesson today, I haven’t studied at all!’ “ ‘Chinkie’ I saw in the English room, Striving his lessons to get Before Miss Wilson the class did call, ‘The goblins ’ll git him yet!’ “I saw another, I heard his voice, ’Twas Melvin with pompous air, With learned words and gestures wise, He was a sight most rare. “And soon I heard a crashing sound, I turned to see the cause, Arthur’s books had reached the floor, ’Ere he could make them pause. “When John Bucevich was told to stand, A lengthy talk to make, He groaned—he stirred and then uprose, And hurried a breath to take. TWENTY-EIGHT