Lake View High School - Red and White Yearbook (Chicago, IL)

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MOTH ER The grey of her temples, The dimple in her chin, The smile that makes you happy, Her body still quite trim. Her taste of colors is lust right. Not too dull and not too bright. The way she talks with ease and grace No faults find I, none to trace. In my opinion there could not be, A more able person to bring up me, She is my symbol of light and hope And forever she will be. Joan Krihak 2A-2 A MOUNTAIN Have you ever seen a mountain, A mountain tall and steep? A mountain capped with snowy white On which the stars look down at night. A mountain like a castle, It's lovely, and, although It has no soul to pray with, lt's close to God, you know. Edda Anderson 3B-4 THE QUESTION The child stood at the window, looking out, And What am I, is what I heard him say. Ah, child, you are quickly growing up, You've lost a part of childhood this day. Yes childhood, so safe and so secure, Never wondering at life slipping by, Never questioning what is on the surface, Never asking the burning question why. No, only adults look for something hidden, Not content to live, and ask no more. They must know the reason for existing, They must know what lies beyond the door. But the child looked up at me, expecting answers. Don't worry yet, you're iust a child, I cried. He took this as an answer to his question, And smiled serenelyg he was satisfied. Sylvia Bernstein 3A-7 GOD'S PLAN God has a plan for you, dear friend, A perfect plan till the ages end. Of ioy and peace for the trusting heart, If you are willing to do your part. Beverly Jea n Steike 3A-5 This scene depicts a dramatization of Early American frontier life.

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we O! 60065 .9l'I,tl 06!lfl,CQ6! jAl 0lfL9A we glnggri language- gnrickiny Our ,ilerifage jkrough lqnogreafiiue .Sandy The aim of the English Department has always been to train the students for a fuller life. Whether they enter college or the business field, they will need to communicate ideas by the spoken or written word. To do this clearly, correctly, and interestingly one needs the kind of English background that Lake View provides. In the past English was a fixed course, it is now flexible, and, in the future, it will be even more so. The attention paid now to the contemporary authors, and our new television class are manifestations of this flexibility. The following pages contain contributions from the English Department. 26

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A Study in Mythology THE BABY-SITTER Seventy-five cents an hour, that is my rate, To stay with your children until very late. I watch little darlings, so good, so sweet, I strain their potatoes and grind up their meat, I put them to bed, read a story or ten, About the Three Bears or the Forgetful Wren. Some tear out my hair or poke my eye, And while I to the first-aid kit do fly, Knock over tables, lamps, and chairs, Push little sister down three flights of stairs. They scream in my ears, pound on my head, Holler for candy while Sue falls from bed. I can't do my homework, my papers they tear, Eat my crayolas, pour ink in my hair, Holler for water, cry for some more, Drink up half, throw the rest on the floor. Oh, yes, I'Il watch your children 'til late, A baby sitter am I, seventy-five cents is my rate. Luis Owano 4B-8 SEASONS Softly blows the breeze The scent of flowers bearing. Gently stir the trees- All their beauty sharing With the cloudless sky, Azure, calm, serene. While swiftly bubbling by, The brook completes the scene. The air is wet with heat, And never a breath of wind. The lush earth waits to greet Rain only heaven can send. Dark clouds blacken the plain, With flashes of lightning rent, A torrent of wind and rain And Nature's fury's spent. A world of brilliant hues, As gales tempestuous blow. Gray clouds obscure the blue, But reflect the glory below. The harvest time of earth, When Nature gathers her store. And all of beauty or worth Returns to Her once more. Bleak, desolate, windswept sea, Unbroken stretch of white, Save for a lonely tree That mingles with the night, Night with pale moonbeams That dance upon the snow. Aland of haunting dreams, While cold the North Wind blows Richard Lyons 4B 2 IMPRESSIONS OF WINTER Everything is white in the winter. The ugly, crooked fingers of barren autumn trees are covered with white billows of soft snow, and their snow-covered branches, silhouetted against the light blue sky, appear to be fine patterns of the most delicate lace . . . Crunch! Crunch! Crunch! -That's the sound I hear when walking alone, early in the morning, on sidewalks, covered with inches of white. The rhythm of my footsteps beats little phrases and songs to my thoughts . . . Did you ever wonder what power designed the lovely frosted window-panes you see each winter morning? Feathers of ice are strewn across the glass, only to melt too soon into droplets of cold, crystal clear water, that slowly sink out of sight . . . Harvey Rudotf 4A-6