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

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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

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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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raining in RMU ana! .wduidion id igrouiafeal IN THE SPRING . . . A clean blue sky with an occasional fluff of white float- ing by, the soft splash of the rollicking waves as they break along the shore, budding trees, a graceful bird, a busy squirrel, and a carefree boy. These are the things that make a spring day. Occasionally there is rain, warm life-giving rain, which, after it passes, leaves the air fresh and crisp, with a pleasing smell that delights the nose and clears the mind. Green . . . green all around . . . with a stray patch of bright young flowers garnishing the lawns and rolling hillsides . . . Nicholas Poolos AA-6 THE SAGA OF POOR MORTIMER ' How do you do! I am Mortimer. I am a marshmallow. I live inside a cellophane bag with about sixteen other marshmallows. We live on a pantry shelf, and the only thing I have to complain about is that it is awfully crowded in here! l can always feel the other marshmallows breathing down my neck! Being a marshmallow is not too bad excepting that, when the weather is damp, I can feel myself going to pieces! I have a crush on Minnie, one of the girl marshmal- lows in the bag. She is so cute! Her skin is as white as snow, and when she smiles at me I iust about turn to powdered sugar. Someday soon I hope to ask Minnie to marry me, and then we can raise lots of . . . sweet violets. At times, I wish something exciting would happen. Well! Looks like my wish is going to be fulfilled. Here comes the lady of the house, and she is looking straight at me. She iust pulled the bag off the shelf and ripped it open. YEOW!! The little witch iust stuck a fork into me! She does not realize how tender I am! Now she is carrying me somewhere. She iust dropped me into some cocoa. Ahh! This is the life. Just floating around. One thing bothers me though. l seem to get smaller, and smaller, and smaller, and smaller . . . Bye. Grace Olivia 3A-4 Exploring the world of books. THE NEW ARRIVAL The day had come when we were to see her for the first time. Mother and Dad were iust as anxious over her arrival as my sister and I had been. The time had come when we were to decide upon a name for her. The final decision was Betsy . Anxiously awaiting her arrival we took turns going back and forth to the window. Minutes seemed like hours, and the hands on the clock seemed to stand still. The silence of the room only brought about the louder ticking of the clock, and, at long last, we were informed that she was here. She was so sleek and streamlined in her new powder blue coat. She lived up to our fondest expectations. Every part of her was glistening in the sunshine. The height of our anticipations was realized when my brother drove up in front of our house with our brand new car. The anxiously awaited new arrival had come! Barbara Buehlman IA-3 THE DECISION ' On a cold wintry night, a heartbroken boy carrying a gym bag, stopped on an isolated bridge. As the boy peered over the bridge landing, he saw himself in the reflection of the icy water. He was on a basketball floor, standing on the free throw line. The game was nearly over and his team was behind by one point. An eerie silence hung over the crowd. The first shot he took missed the rim by a foot. His next was as bad as the first. The game ended--the opposing team, the victor. These unpleasant memories were recalled by the de- iected boy on the bridge. lf it had not been for him, his team would have won. Why could not he have made that shot? Again the boy peered into the water. This time it did not give him a picture, but seemed to offer him a way out. ' All right, he said to himself, if this is the way it has to be, I shall go through with it. Yes, it was on a cold, wintry night that a gym bag floated down an icy river, and a boy decided to try his hand at football. Bruce Galler 3A-l l