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

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Overhead the street lamp shone, trying vainly to pen- 'IIILIIIIISIU lllllllll lllll 'IIC TELEVISION T.V. or not T.V. -that is the question Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer The neurosis and baggy eyes resulting from T.V. programs, Or to take arms against a sea of troubles, And by opposing them, refuse to have a set. So might a modern Shakespeare have expressed public sentiment concerning television. In my estimation, tele- vision is a wonderful invention-for hermits and those individuals who have nothing else to do of primary importance. However, for a busy family with children of school age, television sets should have a time device by which only a certain number of programs may be viewed in one day. Television families have become procrastinators-they put off until later something that should be done while they are watching the last half-hour of Uncle Miltie, and many children are too entranced with the gruntings and groanings of Gorgeous George to get their homework done until after Murder Before Midnight. Then, too, people are beginning to become unappreciative of good talent, because of the huge num- ber of variety shows. Younger children now accept rocket ships, space suits, and trips to the moon as commonplace- not to mention the outcropping of iunior Hopalong Cassidy Troopers . Although there are many good points concerning television, I have come to the conclusion that-unless American families and educators decide to concentrate more on televlSi0n GS Cm IHTGQFOII PGH of OUT daily GXISTSHCG, television should be relegated to the position ofthe movies-an occasional treat. I know, I come from a television family. -Joanne Hoover 3A-6 GRADUATION NIGHT At last it was over! Now it was a thing of the past. Bob stretched out in bed, tired, but relieved. Tonight after four years, he had been graduated. Tonight, and As I walked slowly down the street, the rain beat its monotonous rhythm against my face and clothing. etrate the half-mist of fading evening. My footsteps cracked sharply through the pervading silence, shattered only by the occasional roar of a passing car or the rumble of a train in the distance. The damp air seemed to pierce my clothing, and filled me with sudden shivers with each gust of wind. The sky was almost black, sprinkled with a few faint stars that glim- mered through gaps in clouds still orange from the sun's last rays. The darkness was heightened by yellow pat- terns of light that dotted shadowy buildings half-hid by approaching night. This was a world of unreality, a scene for meditation, and, as I walked, I wondered that there could be such solitude, such quiet loneliness in the midst of humanity. Richard Lyons AA-4 Scene from the Taming of the Shrew for all the nights of his life to come, he was free of the shackles of homework, free of the piercing voices of tired, crabby teachers. Yes, free--free of a crowded lunch room, of noisy corridors, and of murmuring study halls. Tonight he was a man, a man, not a school boy any longer. He tried to laugh victoriously and ioyfully, but strangely enough the laughter choked deep in his throat and came out a sob. Oh, darn it, he was free-Why did he feel this way-why couIdn't he laugh? It's over, it's gone and I'm glad. I've been waiting so long -he tried to convince himself. Yes, it was over-gone-never to be lived again. Gone Gone Gone Never to be lived again. Slowly an unfamiliar tear trickled down his face, and he felt very, very old. Judith Toler 3B-8 THE BEAUTIFUL THINGS The beautiful things are many, The sad ones rather few: To look with respect upon each one ls the wisdom imparted to you. To reioice in the glory of sunset, And the silvery, lovely moon, To watch each sweet flower that opens To hear each dear bird's happy tune. To love, 'and to be loved by others, To lend, and to give things away: This is what makes life worth living, And brings us some sunshine each day. Eleanor Gregory IA 3

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lllllllllll Ll Ellll I SPEAK FOR DEMOCRACY You ask me this? You ask me why it is my belief? Do you ever think of liberty? Do you ever delve in freedom? Did you ever stop to think who really gave us all of these? Oh yes, there were great statesmen-Washington and Old Abe . But there were many others who died for this great cause. But the one who really gave us all, that anyone could ask, was the Lord that lives in Heav'n, Creator of us all. You see the earth? You see the sky?-It is there for you and me. You see those people walkin' about? They are happy to be free. Look at that little newsboy shouting out his lines. He will be there tomorrow. He can shout to his heart's con- tent! He can speak with every word his little body holds, as long as he does not hurt his neighbor or his fellow men. You go to your Church or Temple. You sing or pray in peace, no one ever bothers you and tells you, you must stop! Freedom of religion, you may go to your Church, I will go to mine. Oh yes, eq- listen! Hear that voice? It sounds all o'er the world. That's the voice of Miss Liberty singing our theme: Send me your tired and your poor, Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, The wretched refuse at your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me. I lift my lamp beside the golden door. Do you know now why I speak for Democracy? I can go on for days! I am so glad I can look to God in Heav'n and thank Him for all He has done! ! I knew you would see it. .loin with me in thanking Him. Let Him know that there are some who are grateful. Some who really take advantage of this great Democracy. -Patricia Gavin 4B-6 The theme I Speak for Democracy won this tele I1 Illl Jll IIIIIIILI III TV IS HERE TO STAY 1947 was the year I was initiated into the TV cult. At that time television was the usurper of radio, and their rivalry was similar to that between Canasta and Bridge. I will always remember that first time and set. It was a clear day, and, with the perfect reception we had, we were able to get snow. It was really an accomplishment. But I soon graduated from the watching body of tele- vision viewers to the manipulating class. The manipulators were the highest class you could rise to in television. By watching the other manipulators, I thought I knew it all. The next time I went to my friend's house, my big chance came. Making sure nobody was watching, I tip- toed to the TV set. The button on the left said, off and on. I slowly pushed it to the on side and awaited the results tensely. Nothing happened. It was not plugged in. I plugged it in, and immediately white lines that looked like the yard markers on a football field streaked across the screen. I reached for the right button and turned it to channel four. I worked the second knob from the left until the screen was clear. I had found the secret of working a TV set. I then settled back to watch pro- ceedings, but saw that I had a beautiful test pattern. But TV has come a long way since then. I have become a proven veteran of the TV war. TV has become a household necessity. Talent shows, movies, and extravaganzas are all shown for our enioyment. Colored TV has come into being. Yes, TV is here to stay. -Robert Chesne 3A-6 set for us.

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llllll'l'IlItY - - -I rXlllllI TlllLY llllllll MY QUICKSILVER UNCLE Uncles are a race apart, created to save children from growing up to be as dull as their parents. Uncles can afford to be natural, where a father cannot. Uncles can stuff nieces and nephews with candy and ice cream till their eyes pop out and their buttons pop, for uncles do not have to sit up nights with them. They can teach children to skip school and go to the ball game, they do not have to sign their report cards next month. They are the only creatures in the world that have leisure time for kids . Parents do not have time for their children, they are too busy earning our bread and butter, but uncles have time to sit down and tell stories, while 'fathers sweat. Children do not respect uncles- but they love them. Uncle Joe, who was my father's youngest brother, was always where life was the thickest, fastest, and made the most noise. He was the life of the party, a teller of tales, and the glory of the family. My father always said, Trying to get Joe to settle down was like trying to hold a drop of quicksilver on a knife bIade. Quick- silver is alive, and it changes its plans, it is here, there, everywhere, without warning, it is suddenly gone into the grass, where no one can ever find it again. Yes, Uncle Joe was quite unpredictable, and, to prove this, he came to us one day and told us that he had joined the Army, and would be shipping out in a few days. We were startled, but not entirely amazed, for surprises were a habit with him. After he had shipped out, a stillness came over our household, for no longer could his iovial laughter be heard among us. He wrote us from time to time, then the letters stopped abruptly, and we heard no more. One dark, dismal day in November, I was playing with my iackknife, when we received a letter from the War Department stating that Uncle Joe was missing in action. A ray of light reflected on my knife blade, and I recollect my father's saying, Trying to get Joe to settle down was trying to hold quicksilver on a knife blade. Quicksilver is alive, it never stays. It runs off your iackknife into the grass. You can look for it among the grass blades till your eyes hurt, but it has gone back to the sun where it was born and where it belongs. Leroy Ahsmann AB-2 LAKE VIEW Corridors filled with a rushing crowd, Everyone yelling clear and loud. The lunch periods for which we wait, Are the ones to which we never come late. We buy tickets to see our boys play, They're sure to win the game today. Orchestra, Glee Club, Choir, and Band, We hear these, and think our school is grand. If you don't take your showers, the gym teachers say, A 'D' in your course book will be how you pay. Assemblies, dances, and, of course, home work too, All these things to me mean Lake View. Helen Sams 3B-2 Two students while doing their Lat'n, Were sittin' an' chittin' an' chattin'. They were gay as a lark 'Till they looked at their mark- Then they wished they'd been chattin' in Lat'n, Judith Ann Simpson 2B-5 WHAT I BELIEVE Beliefs and ideals change as one grows older and begins to see things in a different light. Social problems, world aFfairs, economic standards all take on new signifi- cance in a maturing mind. We believe in these things according to our past training and experiences. We use belief in our reasoning, and thus mentally assent to some- thing as being true or untrue. It is an essential part of life to believe in something or someone. Belief gives a person the assurance neces- sary to face the problems which may confront him. With belief he is fortified against evils and preiudices sur- rounding him. When all else shall fail, he shall still have his faith and shall trust in life and not be discouraged. I have many beliefs, some of which are in direct con- flict with those of others with whom I have associated. They have tried to sway me, tried to make me believe in what they believe, but I cannot, for that is not my way. I understand that not everyone can think alike and believe in the same things. If that is the case, then I want my beliefs to be respected and not knocked. Belief is a personal and dangerous thing, for belief can condemn a person in another's eyes faster than any- thing else. Men have died because of what they have dared to believe in, men die today because of their be- liefs . . . I shall believe what I choose in my heart, and there it shall stay-invulnerable, where no one can find it and accuse it as a wrong way. Edda Anderson AA-4 Presented at a Television Workshop.