Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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'Pii - lil- THE SPIDER WEB-1931 -'fl li-P Macomb Higlhawatlia Should you ask me whence these people? Whence these students and their teachers, With their school books, pens and pencils, With the noise of moving classes, I should answer, I should tell you, From the town and rural districts, From the realms of Junior High School. Here I tell of Macomb High School, Tell a tale of Macomb High School, Tell of classes and of Teachers, How we studied, learned, recited, That we might some day gain by it, Proht from the things we learned here. Ye who love the halls of High School Love to dwell there by the lockers, Laughing loudly with your classmates, Listen to this tale of school days, To the story of this High School. Here the students of the High school, Learn to speak their French and Latin, You have listened to this story Of the students of this High School. Later years will find them prospering With the work which they have chosen, Leading them to fame and fortune. With due apologies to Henry W. Longfellow -Eva Waller. -o-il IEFI4-'il 11-0-

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4-fi - l6'3UiJlE ' THE SPIDER WEB-1931 -'KI - I3-0' Acknowlledlgmenlt T The annual staff Of 1931 Wishes to Thank all Who have Contributed In any Way Q To the success Of this volume Of the Spider Web We hope That in the Years to come This book will' Keep alive Mexxiories of the Happy days We spent in Macomb High. We Thank You. The Staff. M-s-iQl,- ' 'il' IEP 13 -'EBI I?-0

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-+loefwne.s:-fmr..mamei'- THE SPIDER WEB-1931 as - 01+- Bunk HE was not the usual little yellow dorg, for although his color was identical, yet in size he would easily have made several little dogs and some left. My Uncle Harry found him one cold Spring morning, sitting on the doorstep with a pathetic look in his eyes which plainly registered despondency and intent on suicide. Grandmother, being safely busy in another part of the house, Harry immediately ushered him in, poured for him the extra quart of milk which was to have been used in making pudding for company lunch and then after topping this off with the remains of the roast, he spread the clean bathroom rug upon the middle of the kitchen floor, and here is where Grandmother found him later in the morning with a note tied to his tail which read: Mother, please leave the poor mutt here until I come home from school and I'll take care of him. When Harry arrived at noon, there ensued the usual argument which never failed to materialize when he added a member to his collection of orphan animals. But as usual Harry won out, clinching his victory, after a sarcastic remark in regard to a probable excuse of fleas, with information that, fleas from animals don't stay in houses, that idea is all bunk. And straight way the stray was christened Bunk and installed as a member of not only the family but also the neighborhood as well, woximing his way into the hearts of everybody, showing no favors or partiality, showering affection and fleas wherever he Went. When I said Bunk won the affection of all, I made a slight mistake for at the farther end of the block lived a family by the name of Ward, who owned a pedigreed dog whose points were as numerous perhaps as Bunk's fleas. These two dogs, Jack Ward and Bunk, took an immediate dislike one to the other, which fact developed into a bitter hatred from which they seemed to derive an untold amount of pleasure. In case Bunk was indisposed to Bat the food placed before him all that was necessary was for Harry to call jack Ward to eat it, and immediately Bunk would swallow the food whole and lick his dish, smelling around to be sure no crumb was left in case his enemy heeded the call, which by the way, he never did. Neither dog allowed the other the privilege of walking upon the public walk in front of his home. Each, when passing up and down the street, would take to the paving upon arriving at the property line of the other's home, returning to the walk when well past the house. Neither was afraid of the other, but this was the line drawn and neither trespassed. Bunk, like his master, hated a bath. He believed in a place for everything, and everything in it's place, and water was supposed to be drunk. When he received his first bath, he submitted grudgingly to the lather and scrubbing, but when the hose was turned on him for the rinse, he became frantic, chasing the stream of water here and --049: A ISP 15 -El I3-0-