Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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»c=dooc=ooc=3o The 193© 3ipider 'Wii oc= ------------------mm------inn, M A Lament of the Pencil Sharpener Oh dear! it just seems as if this day will never end! As a rule I don't complain, i fact. 1 rather enjoy my existence here between earth and sky in the window of the H gh School Study Hall, hut today has been something else again. I'm so very dizzy I winder if my poor head will ever be clear again, and my chest is so filled with shavings and lead dust that unless I'm relieved, something will surely happen. Yes, just as 1 expected, here comes another Freshman! 1 know everyone seems to onpress the poor Freshmen but, really, they seem to have very little consideration lor people, and least of all for me. Every Freshman English class must have a theme assignment today because I'm sure everyone of them has sharpened his pencil three or four times. Then, there were those two Sophomore boys who engaged in a battle for my possession. I really thought they would pull my arm off. They would have, too, but the teacher in charge of the Study Hall made them take their seats. Of course, some amus'ng things have happened. There was the Junior girl who tried to “kill two birds with one stone. She came to repoint her pencil, and at the same fme, she threw a note to the boy friend. Throwing like the proverbial girl, the note fell short of its destination and was picked up by an underclassman who proceeded to read it with quite evident enjoyment. The grls’ face was a “study in scarlet” and the boy wasn't so pale either for he knew from past experience something of the nature of the missive. A mischcvious Juivor boy furnished amusement for some of the pcon’e sitting near me. H? was thoughtful enough to notice the congested cond t on of my chest and very k;ndlv emot ed it—not in the scrap basket as he should but on top of a Senior's head. This senior is noted for his power of concentration and knew nothing of the deposit until he rose to go to class. Some of the people who don't seem to have much to do spend a great deal of time with me. I’ve lost count of the number who have spent minutes by my side, gazing out of the window or making faces at their frends. Somet'mes the teacher catches them; they are banished and quiet reigns for a few minutes. A ra'her terrible thing happened early this morning. An inou's t ve Freshman (of coursA dee ded to see what made my arm go around. Using his kn fe as a screw driver, he soon dissected me and discovering that the teacher was looking this wav. proceeded to not me together with more speed than caution. Consequently, I seem to rattle a little when in motion. One of the larger bovs has a habit of breaking the point of his pencil just before the noon recess. Invariably the bell rings as soon as he reaches my side and throwing the poor pencil at me, he rushes away—the first one out of the Study Hall. If I look as dreadful as I feel I must be a sight! My chest is bulging, my arm is loose, and my back is marred with several large wads of chewing gum. deposited bv enthusiastic admirers of Mr. Wrigley. In fact. I am about wrecked and oh! h'-re comes another Freshman. —Ei jzabeth Boyle. n, Mini -.nm —Mnno 23 OCDOO ------Z=300C= yOOCZ -

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o ----- 0o ---- 0ot »o T3a® 1S3© «5pijJl®ar 'Web m— —mm mm n dinars locked and no one there and a neighbor of whom they inquired was not sure whether or not their friends were out of town. So catching the same car back they returned to the depot expecting to take the first train back. Now in the center of the east wall of the main waiting rixim in the old Gales-burg depot stood a fire-place and above this hung a huge mirror. So after taking in their surroundings the sisters spying the mirror decided to tidy up a bit before making their return railway journey, so stationing themselves in front of the mirror, they opened up their grip, found their combs, unbraided their hair and were in the midst of their toilet, much to the amusement of the waiting room people, when their friend bore down upon them and spoiled the show. She had returned from church to be told of their arrival, by the neighbor, and taking the next car back to the depot captured the two before the police had an opportunity to lock them up with a view to questioning their sanity. Both my mother and aunt have traveled extensively since then but if you ask mother for the destination of her most interesting trip, she answers unhesitatingly “Galesburg.” But please don't ask in front of Aunt Kath for there are things she insists that it is as well to pass lightly over. —Caroline Rioroan. Winter The leaves turned golden, red, and brown; nutting parties robbed the walnut and hickory nut trees of their harvests, and the grains were gathered and stored away in bams and granaries. Even the squirrels realized that winter was coming and gathered in nuts for their winter store. The geese wedged their way south, and the blackbirds gathered in the trees in great noisy flocks at dusk. Many of the birds had already gone, and the last ones were preparing for flight. Every morning the hoary frost covered the ground and roofs, and the days grew shorter. Everyone was making ready for winter, and anticipating the fun of winter sports soon to come. One cold afternoon the sky took on a slaty gray color which thickened until the sun was completely hidden. It became dark much earlier than usual. Just as the darkness settled down, on the wings of a strong wind, the snow kept swirling down. All that night the snow kept up its race to earth with increasing velocity. Next morning all was calm and clear, but lo. it was as though a magic wand had been waved across the landscape by an unseen hand. It seemed we could hardly be on the same old planet, for all was white. Sleigh bells rang, and snow balls flew, and even though they often struck their mark, no ill-will was borne. There were coasting parties, sleigh rides, snow fights, and everybody was happy and revelled in the snow. Then came the holidavs clothed in mistle-toe and holly. Strange to say, 'mid all the fun and snow frolics we stxin grew restless and wished for a change. The days grew warmer slowly, and the ice and snow' disappeared, but we did not regret to see it go. Soon spring came again and we w're glad. —Laura Frances Ray.

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aooc . mac— w It'jfae 1930 ajpidsr Wsh m ■ ■ »nm---------------------------------------■«»«--------- « An Epitaph In the spring of the year of 1930, We hope the annual will b. most worthy. The staff has surely tried its best, And now it craves just peace and rest. Mr. Freeman- who bosses this gang. Will finish his work with a whoop and a bang; Patricia- who is our editor-in-chief. Will end up ths book with a sigh of relief; Our literary editor is named Pauline, That she’s worked hard can easily he seen; Mr. Quick says William is our school-joke. And tii s book full of fun, he’s sure to poke; Dorothy Holmes takes care of all our ads, Here’s where you gather the latest fads; Margaret Rainey—our editor of art, In every way has done her part: Max-lie Miller is our girl athlete. And at her job she can’t be beat; Wendell Barclay to our business tends, A harardous path is his to wend: Bob takes care of our sports just fine. On all our athletes he’s got a line: Bob Elting is our snapshot boss. And without h’s help we’d be at loss: The typists Mable, Evelvn, and Gen, Can easily do the work of ten: And all the assistants, c'ach one a jewel Have surely become the pride of the school. Now folks you've all heard about each one. Just stop and think has it been well done? —Patricia Homicn. 24 oczx) ic