Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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Just at the close of a warm, sunny dav. hen my duties and cares were over. 1 was awakened from a dream of my yesterday's deeds By a hand that 1 could not discover. I was led at once to the pen and ink Bv a voice—1 could scarecly hear it— And I grasped the pen and began to write As tho I were led by a spirit. And then I kenw my wish had come true; My task was approaching fulfillment. For the most beautiful things in this world could be written With scarcely an anxious moment If a guardian sprite were ever at hand To start them, and we not know it. Oh, may one attend and guard my pen As tho I. too. were a poet! Fain would 1 say some most wonderful things In a most extravagant manner: Tell you “Tens” of the joys which await Each one who has reverenced our banner; Tell you that the time is now near at hand That will bring out your unrecognized talent. But we'll leave that to you and the kindness of fate. That you'll wake up to duty before it's too late. - 18 -

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HOPE McGILLIVRAY Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever. - 17 -

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May you give men a chance in your generation To say you did much to advance our nation. Truly, working for self is a grief causing way To spend a life passing so quickly away Hut great the satisfaction to yourself and another. If you have been to some one as though a brother. If a load has been lifted, or some happiness given, because to do good you each have striven. When each girl, who added one to our number, lias decided her course in life. And each young man has grown quite serene, Battling nobly with every day’s strife; When the hand of time has hurried us on 'Till we’ve reached what we now call “The Future. And we’ve stopped at the close of the day yet to come To say to ourselves. “Is it done? When we think of the greatness we wished to achieve. As the web of school life we started to weave; If. then, a weak place in the threads be found, Don’t let the whole web sitik down to the ground. But strengthen the weakness bv adding a thread, K’cn if on thorns you are called to tread : For tho we would like if this life were all joy, We must expect to have our share of alloy. But let us refrain from these thoughts of the future. And call to mind days that are past. Four lovelv Autumns we’ve come back with pleasure To take up anew our task : To study some and recite a great deal. But more to enjoy each other. Thru four winters' snows we have come and gone. Till our lives have grown together. Till Shakespeare and Virgil have come to be ours. And the present is linked with the past. Four budding Springs we’ve beheld from these windows. But this one, O, “Tens. is the last. ()ur parting at last is near at hand : Soon we'l have had our last joy and strife: Soon we'll have sung our last song As students in High School life. ALICE IREXE CHAPMAN, - i? -