Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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of )oo ' oot ,, 0 'fha '133U £ipids3T Wab w » — n- n Our Reading Table It one should have occas.on to he in the region of the study-hall doors between classes, and should hear cries of Oh, come on, what cha think you're doin’!” or Say how d'ya get that way, I had that first!” he should not become excited and run to borrow some money, for although the study-hall stage may resemble a good-s;r.ed rummage sale, when there are only three more shopping days until Christmas, he may rest assured that it is only a group of boys trying to get a magazine to read during the next period The p x r magazines find t impossible to turn their backs for one moment without some one throwing them across the table or picking them up by the skin of their necks to look them over. As I have charge of this reading table one period I know that such magazines as “American, and Collie Ears cannot retain their backs for more than one day. However, such magazines as “Outlook and “Time” need never worry about losing their backs unless they mold away. I think the ‘Outlook” was named correctly as there must be a bright future in store for it, since none of its popularity has yet been released. At least there has been no demand for it at High School. This tabic also serves as a splendid target for amateur marksmen of the study -hall. Magazines are never returned before the end of. a period, and then there is one grand rush to see who can hit the table on the stage from the auditorium (at least it so appears to me). By the tme about ten students have gone through this procedure the table resembles Mount Vesuvius after an eruption. On the other hand, the s'udents are not all to blame, for I think if we had a suitable library, the pupils would tal e pride in preserving it, and would not be so careless as they are at the present time. —Patricia Holden. A Freshman If you hear the buzz of it bee. Look around, and you will see —A Freshman If you are walking down the street. And chance to hear some noisy feet —A Freshman. If in the third period study hall. Floaters sail from wall to wall —A Freshman. If while out in the hall. You see a pedestrian fall —A Freshman. If you hear someone complain. About the grades, that's sure to remain —A Freshman. Oh, you Freshmen, take the blame! You'll be Seniors just the same. —Genevieve Mullan.

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30 DC 30 “araiB 1 30 flpiflfiT Web oc 30 OC 30 OC 30 A Ship of Dreams From the port of lofty ambition. Into a night so dark. In search of a fanciful longing, A ship of dreams embarks. Sailing onward through tranquil seas. Impelled by a soul's demand. Reaching the end of the journey, Near the shores of a distant land. Back o’er the motionless waters. With breezes that gently blow. The ship returns to the harbor. Laden with a priceless cargo. Some ships fail in their mission And sink with all of their crew— Those hopes that are only illusions. Those dreams that never come true! —Virginia Everett. 301

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o x) k.— x x x The 1930 Spider Web of —mh=).m-----n The Ideal American Girl The Ideal American Girl is not a perfected fancy. She is common, and every girl shares her virtues. Since she is a citizen of the most advanced nation in the world, her responsibilities are great, for she sets the pace of her foreign sisters. Mary' White, the girl in her father's noted essay, was an “Ideal Girl”, and she lived up to the motto, “full of fun and friendly to everyone.” The American girl is broad-minded, peppy, and determined: this determination is a new trait, but along with the world's transformation comes the change in women who arc stepping forth to help push civilization. Beauty is not a requirement. Any ordinary looking girl may appear beautiful because of her personality, which she can easily cultivate. Then because of athlet es adopted by girls of the United States, health and grace has been acquired. In the past few years the American girl has been setting a standard never before equalled, but since the days of the frontiersman, she has been preparing herself for the many things that are required of her at this time. —Dorothy Hoi.mf.s. Mother Piecing Quilts In her cushioned rocking-chair, Sunlight shining in her hair. Mother sits—sewing bits Of bright gingham, square to square. Humming some forgotten song As her needle moves along. Her hands go—very slow— Always right and never wrong. Mother knows how quilts are made. How each puzzling block is laid, Diamond, square—fitted there— L ttle bits that never fade. Queerest blocks: R’sing Sun, Nine Patch, Star—and chains that run Straight and true as chains do. Mother makes them one by one. And that something in her face. Some fine ageless, fadeless grace. Like a great white lifted light In a quiet holy place. In her bright colored rtx'king-chair. Sunlight shining in her ha;r. As she sits—sewing b'ts. Mother makes a picture there. —Margarette Simpson.