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

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$ t £ Hall Township High School Illinois State Normal University EMMA FALETTI Office Assistant THE LUNCHEON HOUR At the hour of twelve and twenty When hungry hordes meet to devour Comes a pause in the day’s occupation That is known as the Luncheon Hour. There is heard from all the classrooms The hurrying scuffle of feet. The sounds of the doors that are opened, And the smell of good things to eat. Then a sudden rush down the stairway, A sudden raid down the hall, A bolt for the cafeteria, Then a calmness settles o’er all. And each, with his tray and his silver Looks over the good things to eat And chooses his luncheon most wisely, A sandwich, a salad, a sweet. Then the sound of more chatter and laughter, And good fellowship reigns aver all, For study and care are forgotten During the Luncheon Hour at Hall. —Lida Riva, ’25. TWENTY-FOUR

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0009G“ ' 0BBO8 QQ0SS TTT S89B8 IT AIN’T ALL GLEE When a feller finds that he’s all through, At first he’s full of glee, Cause he thinks that now he’s seen the clay He always wished to see. But this here stuff of bein’ through Has got its other side For this here world we’re goin’ into now They say is cold and wide. And we ain’t never goin’ to hear Mr. Melton up and say That the Seniors want a meetin’ In the assembly hall ’cross the way. And the other stuff we used to hear Like some one up and tell How “We ought to turn out for the game And use our voice and yell.” And never will we hear the speech Though we go to all sorts of places That Mr. Schell, most he alius makes ’Bout “The ball team needs new bases.” And he’s sure goin’ to the bad On literature an’ such ’Cause the English teachers aint goin’ ’long To keep him ’n “Bill” in touch. And never will he hear them words From the teacher in the faculty Who used to teach him history ’N say “That’s it exactly.” It’s these here things he’s used to And many more besides, An’ the teams that play for all they’re game, ’Til he swells all up with pride, And the friends he’s made while he was here, An’ all those things you see, That calm him down and show him That the farewell ain’t all glee. TWENTY-FIVE