Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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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

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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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