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

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JUNIOR MEDITATIONS Leola Fenwick— The Junior class is like a hive Of bees, as I shall show For all the work around the school Is done by it, you know. Charles M.—“Chuck” It’s like a river system That seeks the ocean great, Some members lose their courses But most keep going straight. Mac. Brown— It’s like a little garden Whose flowers the world adorn, In picking out the roses You sometimes find a thorn. Louis Ruppert—“Shiek” It’s like a ripening orchard Whose fruit you try to reach For every girl within the class Is a “classy” little peach! Lucille Jacoby—“Diggory” It’s like a big arena At a snappy football fight Foreveryone is on his toes And fights with all his might. Billy Stedman— It’s like a big banana Ripe and rich and mellow The only difference we can see Is none of us are yellow. Frances Latham— It’s like a golden cornfield Which with care the farmer rears Some of us are blighted But most are good sound ears.

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■ l » • » »lt — « « W 1 JUNIOR CLASS MEMORIES We Juniors began our third lap In the fall of twenty six, Resolved to be more sedate i ?) and composed And not to play any tricks. We thought our trifling days were o’er No longer were we babies! ’Twas ours to teach the “Freshies” To be gentlemen and ladies! The first important thing we did Was to play “Intimate Strangers.” In that we showed the Seniors That their “rep” sure had its dangers! Next we tried to “strut our stuff” In an interclass basketball meet And proved to all who cared to know That the Juniors can’t be beat! Then came the time of worry and woe When semester exams drew near An icy hand clutched every heart And made it quake with fear. All knew that it was “sink or swim” The exempted o’er us gloated Some sank to the bottom—others swam Still others merely floated! The storm passed by, however, And joy and mirth did regain, Smiles again made bright the world Like sunshine after rain. Then we thought that it was time To give ourselves a treat And had a snappy, live wire party With lots and lots to eat. Now, Freshmen—we admit you’re good Sophomores—you’re go-getters, Seniors— you’ve a very good class But the Juniors have a better! ! ! Lila McAlpine. TWENTY-FIVE

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 Jimmie Johnson— We’re a snappy, peppy bunch And though we’re not all tall We sure can show the Seniors How to toss the basketball! Eva Yustanukus— The boys are all so sleek Fi’om eating wheat farino That every boy within the class Is a Rudolph Valentino! Marguerite Noles— We like to put on plays and things And show ourselves around For ability and talent Within our class abound. “Ruthie” Ziel— The girls just love athletics For it makes their cheeks glow Especially when they get a chance Over the Seniors to “crow”! William Tersavich— Who are we, sir, did you ask? As if you didn’t know We will be all Seniors When the present Seniors go. TWENTY-SEVEN