Harvard Boys High School - Review Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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T A FX fx iillilllilllliiily N N f X .fe QE 'bfi T' ? Jazzology A .Ez 1 . ,fl A hundred years or so ago l'm told, 9 ,!f! l W ii The Prisoner's Song, Guy Massey did unfold. ff? A century lived the ballad and love-tale, ' ' A As Love,s 0ld Song and There's a Long Long Trail. Lf , Unltil in '18, when with livelly air, 4, Al, We gloried in the war-song Over There. ,ix My And following that, there swept the nation soon A song called Dardanella, sweeter tune. ,lf- .! f. C Then Alice Blue Gown, a joy for one and all, I Until in such type music came a pall. A lingering song, I Love You wove a spell I Upon the sentimental few who dwell i X ln clouds. Look for the Silver Lining and be gay, i l i And leave your troubles for Some Other Day. , y i A Writer of songs, Berlin, of New York fame, , Wroite All Alone and made himself a nameg Q 1 Then thrilled us with a waltz, When Lights are Low, i A 7 For every belle to dance with her best beau. Q In Tea for Two we found a welcome change Q5 ,if And its companion piece with thought not strange. The song Remember followed on its heels, 0 And then the world responded to the peals , Of Lantern of Love, a song we all adore, Of such we wish song auvthors wou'ld write more. ii Hill! WMU' Thus ends our list of tunes penned up-toedate, iii 6 ' A n n But greater hits are coming, and we'll wait. MELVERNEYMAEGERLEIN, '28. , N ,Q - 27 1' . . . ESQ' A V IT!! VFX 'IFEX fs fa an-.gals is f sf i e ' i ETi1,Q,1Q92oqji5 HQ? A ilmmiv T 102 1

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A , K Y -V lk g 6 HUHIH mulls is Af ,Y -SJ ll HJZIRVARD W . WD An Ocean Greyhound ii 4 5 N4 The ship leaves port, and gathering way, , f ggi!! Fades 'mid the dusk of closing day, wg X R if And like a brave old greyhound. I rl i VVestward turns its mighty bow. fl' L1 Calm is the sea-'tis wellg 'I With only the rising of the long, smooth swell l In To give goo-d show of its indomitable power. 'ly 3 Steadily glides the liner in darkness, hour, xr. Ever onward into the solemn west, Mg! Into the storm-tossed bosom of the tempest. 'X Now the gentle breeze begins to blow, , 1 Ruflling in Windy gusts the How 2 On the quiet surface of'the heaving seag K And ruthlessly thrashes the waves in its glee. N fl , Then that old Warrior Neptune rides forth on high, Ji, X With long White hair, flowing beard, and wild triumph in his eye, , As with his great trident in heaven's lofty dome, He lashes the Waves and whips up the white foam. , a . . . 45' A J The hghtnlngs flash, streaking the gloomy sky, x And with mighty grandeur the 'heavens glorify. Yet still the great ship plunges on into the night Like a staunch warrior braving the light, fp 1 And firmly through the sea it ploughs, il- fl N The salt spray darting from its boughs. At dawn the troubled waters lie hw JJ Vanquished, as the sun blazes in gloryg i ' And still the ship goes on and on, Triumphant in victories Won. J. S. K., '26. fisfsffievfs 9 f . f X . . l , QJ.f5lQj1qQ6,G7gg Lif?-gglv 101

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f, f ll II IIIIIIII f f- - , , f. Q, i 6 f A A VA D W 77 e H' K . . 4 . i X e R a .ug 1, - . ug X. -QF The Seasons P e , 3, . A D You sing of spring and its beauty, , X, i And the joy it brings to us allg X NK But have you ever considered the winter, 'NZ N 5 And the glories of 'beautiful fall? ,ff l 'if 1 Autumn finds nature radiant in colors, i Jf Afire with the rays of the sung The fields a finished product, 2, N J Mother Nature's work being done. T, my W . ll iz, Seasons impress me as humans, 'Q Spring as a child at its birth, f Lovely, and yet quite unknowing if if Of the good and the bad of the earth. T I , Summer is sultry-depressing, Panting beneath the red sun. l lt makes us so ho-t and unhappy Y 'N We long for the coofl days to come. it Now autumn is older and wiser, Quite beautiful and pleasing to all, Gaily clothed in colors entrancing 6 L, i ii Not another is nicer than falll. Winter so harsh and so wrinkled Creeps in like a bitter old crone, Evil peers out from her Visage, Q fi ' Her breath freezes all like a stone. iiiijg MIX J V ill I I There are the season-s in order, Mui ' Described with their traits and their hues. 'TI N As the nicest, I feel it's quite certain li 'Tis the fall that you all now will choose. ' ' DONALD CRAIG, '27. S w?:57 5'-94? Sig ' + if tar' QJTTEQQ,1926'QTgT LTj:fiSg'w