Lewisburg High School - Union Hi Spots Yearbook (Lewisburg, OH)

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JUNE O june! delightful month of june When brooks and birds all sing in tune, When in the pastures swarm the bees And hum their sleepy melodies, O june! the month of bluest skies, Dear to the dancing butterflies, O june! the month of merry song, Of sorrow brief, of sunshine longg All things on earth love you the best, You fill all lives with happiness. The wind that wakes and, singing, blows The fragrant perfume of the roseg The robin's heart beats 'gainst his breast As he sits singing near his nestg O june! such music haunts your nameg This summer's chorus has brought you fame, O, month of june! -AUDREY BOWER. SPRING TIME IN THE WOODS The wild flowers are blooming, O, do not delay Come with me and gather the flowers while we may. There are the lillies, the bloodroot, the crowfoot yo But the little blue violet is dearest to me. I hear the birds singing-look up in that tree. They're singing to you-they're singing to me. They are gathering sticks to build their nestsg Now which of the birdies do you love the best? There's the sparrow, the robin, the chickadee-dee But the robin red breast is my choice of the three. And we must not forget the dear, little wren It will soon be building its nest again. I.et's look in the bushes and maybe we'll see The little wrens nest-how small it will be O, yes! there it is-come quickly away For the little brown wren seems weary today. IN THE MORNING In the morn when I arise I see the sun there in the skies, just high enough to make A beautiful daybreak. The sparkling dew is on the grass, It blinks at me when e'er I pass. But soon the sun steals it away No matter how it tries to stay. Far off I hear the bird's glad cry, And as I stand just wondering wh I see that spring is here, The time birds love so dear. Y, Oh, how I wish I were a bird To wander everywhere I've heardg I'd roam the whole world through And visit you-and you-and you u see, -RUBY SWANK. FLORENCE SAUI... Page Thirty-one

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Lewisburg, Ohio, Dear Aunt Nellie: March 27, 1930. I certainly have been having a time since you left Saturday. I have just realized that I don't know how to cook. I could easily have prepared Sunday dinner for Uncle Frank and me by frying ham and making mashed potatoes, but to my misfortune Mr. and Mrs. Long came. Of course, I had to ask them to stay to dinner. You should have seen me scurrying around that kitchen trying to get something more to eat. In all my hurry I forgot to look at the potatoes and they boiled dry. I opened a can of peas and one of corn, but alas, when I got the milk there was just enough to use in the potatoes. That meant that there would be no peas nor corn. The only thing for me to do was to open a can of beans, and I don't think they taste very good with mashed potatoes. I made date pudding for dessert. Mrs. Long had offered to help me with the dinner but I told her I could get along all right. It was just two o'clock when I got the dinner fsuch as it wasj on the table. The potatoes were too salty and the date pudding was soggy because I had put too much water in it. Mr. and Mrs. Long didn't seem to mind much though, for they were very jolly and we had a good time. I noticed, however, they didn't eat much. I surely have been busy this week playing school girl and housekeeper both. I've enjoyed it all except the Sunday dinner and it didn't turn out to be an absolute failure. I hope you are having a good time. Don't worry about me, for since Sunday I have been getting along fine. With love, Dorothy. -DOROTHY HEETER, '52. La Rose Ranch, Brant, Montana, Dear john: july 12, 1890. I wish you could be with us here among the hills, the cattle, the horses, and the cowboys who work for Uncle Bill. These cowboys aren't as bad as the ones we read and hear about at home although they do carry guns, they do this because of cattle rustlers who are very active in this region at the present, and for the sake of self defense when they come into contact with bad men. Uncle Bill has many cows and about fifty head of horses. There are some very large hills on his ranch and they were said to have had a large quantity of gold in them, but nobody seems to know much more about it. Uncle Bill said that I might make a good rider some time and might be able to lasso a steer if I stood on top of it. This might seem discouraging to you but I don't care, people shouldn't believe all they hear or see. Yesterday Uncle Bill gave me a horse so that I might say I have one of my own, he is white all over and is very pretty with his milky, shiny coat. Uncle Bill said that this horse's mother was an Arabian horse and his father was a wild horse. It happened one day as Uncle Bill was riding through a ravine that he heard a neighg so he began to search and found Monk, an Arabian horse that he had bought in Mexico and which had disappeared a few days before, and a little white colt, but Monk was dead. He took the colt home and after it grey up he began to realize its intelligence so he had an Indian, who was experienced at breaking horses, to break him. So now if you come out here, which I hope can be made possible, we will not stop wearing out one horse or lassoing one steer, but will show these fellows what work and excitement is. STRAIGHT STEEL Standing on a railroad In the moonlight, I see two rails- Like silver threads Stretching out straight, And the thought comes to me, As I look at these steel rails, That if my life were Stretched out like this track, Would it be straight, And clean, and shining, and true? -MYRNA BROWN. Page Thirty Your sincere friend, Jerry. -JEROLD I-IAPNER, '32. MY JOB Gee, I hate to work I wish there wasn't such a thing It makes me want to shirk With coal and wood and stuff to bring And ma has it down pat, Oh gee, Oh gosh, Oh golly It's Willie this, and Willie that While all sis does is play with dolly. -HILDA LOY

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THE MAN WITH A HOE The European peasant, exhausted by the labor of many long hours, wearily leans upon his hoe and stares at the clods. His skin has been browned and hardened by his endless and mean- ingless toil under the scorching sun. His clothing is worn and covered with the dust and grime of the field. His receding forehead is protected from the fierce sun by a bit of cloth. His brutal jaw hangs openg and in his brain there is no light. Though God created him in His own image, he has changed. -MIRIAM HEETER, '3 1 . A GYPSY My guest for the evening is a little gypsy maid. She has dark, flashing eyes, olive skin, blood-red lips, and wears a costume with colors like the red rose, the green of the emerald, the yellow of the sunshine, the blue of the sky-what a picture she makes! She adorns herself with jewelry of every kind. About her neck are beads of every hue. Her arms and hands are almost covered by bracelets and rings, and her dress hangs heavy with spangles. Her bewitching smile, revealing gleaming white teeth, is all that is needed to complete this picture which breaths of that distant land of Romany-that land where the gypsies dwell. -HILDA LOY, tai. A SMALL BOY He sat there pouring, digging his bare toes into the sand. His sandy hair was rumpled and hanging down over his forehead and eyes. His face was flushed, and his overalls were dirty. In one grimy fist he clutched a red top. -MERLIN HENN, '51. BOOKS FOR VARIOUS OCCASIONS Thomas Carlyle in the essay, Hero and Hero Worship, says, All that mankind has done, thought, gained, or been, is lying as in magic preservation in the pages of books. Reading makes a fuller man out of anyone, it improves his knowledge, it gives him news of the activities of others. It takes men on long journeys to distant parts which possibly they could never see. All people do not like the same kind of reading, in fact, there are many who read one kind of books only. It is quite interesting to sit in the school library for a while and listen to the requests for books by students, especially those who do not want to read but are compelled to fill requirements. Some will take books given them without saying a word, while others demand the shortest, the most entertaining, or the easiest to understand. While I prefer a certain kind of book and have my favorite author, I do not limit my reading to one type all the time. In any book lover's library will be found all kinds of reading material. When it is cold and raining out-of-doors, what more could anyone wish than a nice easy chair by a fireplace and a good book, a book that is suitable to such an occasion. It is at such times as that that a person feels more like reading heavier material, such as Dickens, or Cooper's Leather Stocking Tales. Our state supervisor of education says that, although he has read Hugo's jean Val Jean several times, he always has a copy of this book lying handy. There are also the non-fiction books suitable to this occasion such as Stoddard's Lecturesg The Americanization of Edward Bok, the story of a young lad who camel to America and how he became a successful man, and a very useful citizeng and The Labrador Doctor, a true story of Dr. Grenfell's expe- rience in the North. At Christmas time there are Christmas stories, and especially Dicken's Christmas Carol. In the Springtime with the heavy perfume of flowers in the air, the young and romantic minds will turn to the love story of Romeo and Juliet, or other stories of great lovers. For stories with a thrill who could want anything better than Poe's mystery stories, such as Masque of the Red Death, or his poem The Raven. There are any number of books for various moods and different occasions, for as Bacon says, Some books are to be tasted, others to be swallowed, and some few to be chewed and digested. -JAMES ANTRIM LONGNECKER. Page Thirty-two