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

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come from? he asked. She only smiled and said, We will never meet again so it does not matter. After I have rested I will go on my way. He sal beside her and the two talked. Johnnie unconsciously held her hand. She would tell him noth- ing ot her lite, so he did most of the talking. Finally the mis- terious girl iumped to her feet and said, l must go now. Thank you, Johnnie. I will never forget you. Here. Please lake my rose. Don't forget me. And lhen she was gone. A crash of lightning brought Johnnie back to the present. He lumped to his feet. He must have sat down lo rest, fallen asleep and had o dream. And now il was rain- ing. Ol course it had been a dream. What was the matter with him? He had better start lor home right away. Johnnie picked up his bag and began walking. Fast. Then suddenly he stopped, and looked down at his hand. He began lo tremble. For in his hand was a rose. A beaulilul red rosel Grace Oliva 3A-4 Creafiue mifing id SONNET It is so warm and nice outside today, The sun is shining brightly in the sky, And seeing birds in trees about to fly, I have to wonder why in school l slay. The chiIdren's voices ring so loud and gay, And I, in classes, am bored to death, and try To think how pleasant it would be to lie At home, in bed, and loaf the day away. But no, I stay in school and try to learn About the Revolutionary War, And how Napoleon met his Waterloo. While deep inside me schoolbooks l do spurn, And tired am I with revolution lore, I wonder why I have to stay in school. Warfare WINTER' Winter time is the chilliest time The chilliest time I know, Winter time is the chilliest time Because of the winds that blow. Winter time is the whitiest time, The whitest time I know, Winter time is the whitest time Because of the fall of snow. Winter time is the cheeriest time The cheeriest time I know, Winter time is the cheeriest time Because of the Christmas glow. Alice Tatera Renee Rabishaw 3B-3 4B-5 A SOPHOMORE COGITATES ' Though life begins when we are born, it seems to go so slow, For we are living, ignorant of things that we should know. Of things that cannot be learned from books, from talks or only dreams, But iust from thought, experience, and error so it seems. As slowly as our knowledge comes, we cannot learn too much Of human nature, kindness, love, happiness, and such. Marlene Schuller 2A-6 '-. .K Learning to use the micro- phono. 7'

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QI715 0 ogtefatlflfe af? QUQGA THE BALLROOM DANCERS As the Queen of the Wallflowers I have had a lot of time to notice people drag their feet across the dance floor. Believe me it is quite a sight. Let me tell you about some of these Gene Kellys of the Ballroom Crowd. While watching people dance I have noticed that there are six main classes of dancers. These are The Pedes- trian , The Grasshoppers , The Ghosts , 'tThe Python , The Spot Dancer , and The Visitor . First on the list is The Pedestrian , who dances by starting at one end of the floor, walks to the opposite end of the dance floor, turns around, and marches back to where he began. This traveling step continues until the dance is finished. Next comes The Grasshopper . He looks as if he did not come to dance, but to exercise, he likes music that is fast, furious, and wild. If the music is not fast, furious, and wild, the Grasshopper iumps around anyway. This type of dancer is also referred to as the Johnny Ray of the dance floor. Now comes The Ghosts , to which class I belong. We Ghosts become pale, turn hot ond cold, and get as far away from our partners as possible. When dancing, An hour in the library. THE MYSTERIOUS GIRL' Johnnie shifted his basketball bag to his other hand and made his way through the dark park which was a shortcut to his house. He felt the cold wind through the leather iacket he wore, and his cheeks were bright red. As he turned a corner and looked ahead of him, he saw someone lying on the ground. Coming closer he saw it was a girl, He ran to her, and took her hands in his. It was no wonder her fingers were like ice, for she was nat dressed tor this weather She was beautiful with hair as black as a raven, and skin as white as snow. The dusky blue dress she had on made her look like an angel, like something supernatural. Clutched in her hand was a rose, a beautiful red rose, Johnnie took his iacket off, ana as he slipped it over her, he felt the girl stir. Suddenly her eyes opened, her beautiful haunting grey eyes. Thank you, she mur- mured. Johnnie explained to her how he had happened to see her. Who are you? Where do you I I Committees for special projects in English in action no matter how great the distance between us is, we al- ways step an each other's big feet, and we always think everyone is watching us. 'tThe Python is the dancer who wraps his arms about his partner, holding her in a vice-like grip, like a reptile crushing his prey. This type of dancer usually sings bal- lads into the ear of his partner. When the dance is tin- ished, the Python's partner has o stiff neck, a broken back, and a bruised eardrum from the singing. Here we have the Spot Dancers , who are the lazy folks of the dance floor. They always stand in one spot picking up their feet, one at a time of course, in time to the music. Dance after dance they remain on one spot. The Visitors are the dancers who see a friend on the opposite side of the dance floor, and try to get across the crowded floor to talk with him. This trip is accom- plished by a series of stepping on toes, and much of that good ol' fashioned wiggling. These are the six groups of dancers that can be found on any dance floor, anywhere. To which class do you belong? Carole Miller AB-5

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5 6 Ma in anal .Safely ejslahifd are romofec! '61 H i'XD' BN Correcting our reading habits. l awoke early this morning, The sky was a blanket of blue. .Hun-4, THE NEARNESS searched the Heavens above me, And l saw a picture of you. strolled in the morning sunshine, The breeze was sweet-scented and cools' And, somehow all around me, I felt the nearness of you. OF YOU ' Even the touch of a blade of grass Fresh with the early morning dew, Made me feel within my grasp The wonderful magic of you. Why, oh why, do l feel within, These things that seem never to d l've pondered this question endlessly Could you tell me, darling, WHY? ie? stood by the banks of the river, 'The water was so calm-so blue. And in each tiny ripple, jogn NO.-Um 3B-3 l saw cz portrait of you. The making of models encourages study of Eng- lish. HOME FOR THANKSGIVING' Ellen Blake could not control the beating of her heart, nor the trem- bling of her hands. After the long months of waiting, the hour had finally arrived when she and her husband David were to choose the child they wished to adopt. They could have the child home in time for Thanksgiving! And oh, what a Thanksgiving they would have! Since the death of her daughter, her beautiful Charmaine, Ellen had not been herself. She carried her grief around with her wherever she went. Charmaine had been her whole life, the house had rung with her laughter. Now the house with only her and David seemed like a morgue. They needed a child, and somewhere o child needed them. The woman in charge of the or- phanage, a Miss Jones, ushered them into a room where a dozen or more children were playing. ln the center of the group, holding everyone's attention, was a beau- titul little girl. A girl full of the wonder of childhood. Ellen's heart started beating. How easily this youngster might take the place of Charmaine. David's eyes met hers in understanding. One small girl about four years old iust sat on a chair holding a small doll. David turned to Miss Jones and asked, What is wrong with the little girl over there? The woman replied, She's blind. She feels like an outsider and won't play with the other children. She has been here for about two years, and it is doubted she will be adopted. She is very unhappy. A force stronger than herself drew Ellen to the child's side. Kneeling before her Ellen took her hand in her own, and whispered Hello, sweetheart. Shyly the girl lifted her blank eyes to Ellen and murmured, hello , The tears slid down Ellen's face. This poor little child only four years old, and yet she was in a world of her own. Her own dark world. Ellen ran across the room to David. Let's adopt her. Let's help her to see through our eyes. She needs us, and we need to be needed. David looked at his wife and then at the child. He took Ellen's hand and together they went forward ta greet their new child. They went to bring their child home for Thanksgiving. Grace Oliva JA-4