Lovington High School - Mirror Yearbook (Lovington, IL)

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Child of the pure unclouded brow And dreaming eyes of wonder! Though time be fleet, and I and thou Are half a life asunder. Thy loving smile will surely hail The love-gift of a fairy-tale. I have not seen thy sunny face. Nor heard thy silver laughter: No thought of me shall find a place In thy young life’s hereafter- Enough now that thou wilt not fail To listen to my fairy-tale. A tale begun in other days, When summer suns were glowing- A simple chime, that served to time The rhythm of our rowing- Whose echos live in memory yet, Though envious years would say “forget Come, hearken then, ere voice of dread. With bitter tidings laden, Shall summon to unwelcome bed A melancholy maiden! We are but older children, dear, Who fret to find our bedtime near. Without, the frost, the blinding snow. The storm wind’s moody madness- Within, the firelight’s ruddy glow, And childhood’s nest of gladness. The magic words shall hold thee fast: Thou shalt not heed the raving blast. And, though the shadow of a sigh May tremble through the story, For ‘happy summer days’ gone by, And vanish’d summer glory- It shall not touch, with breath of bale. The pleasance of our fairy-tale. Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland

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CONTENTS ADMINISTRATION .................................. 8 ACADEMICS ...................................... 14 SENIORS ........................................ 28 JUNIORS ........................................ 40 SOPHOMORES ..................................... 46 ORGANIZATIONS .................................. 52 SPORTS ......................................... 78 HIGHLIGHTS ..................................... 98 INDEX ......................................... 120 ADS ........................................... 122

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“Now, if you’ll only attend, Kitty, and not talk so much. I'll tell you all my ideas about Looking-glass House . . . the books are something like our books, only the words go the wrong way: I know that, because I’ve held up one of our books to the glass, and then they hold up one in the other room. Oh, Kitty, how nice it would be if we could only get through into Looking-glass House . . . Let’s pretend there’s a way of getting into it, somehow. ’ 5