Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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THE SPIDER WEB iQxitviivx'xvx'x'fAx'f'xvf'1vx'xv4f'1'r'15,f'1g2g 52 MT IBIIHIIIDIIIIEIIEQ IT seems funny that a student would have a choice between teachers. I do. Maybe it is because I am so much different than anyone else. The girls all say I am different than any other boy. My choice is an English teacher. She conducts, and what I mean is, Conducts, the fourth hour English Class for Seniors. She is a married woman, Cwe all make mistakesj and is the proud possessor of three unruly children. She is a large woman, I do not dare guess at her weight, and she has bobbed hair, a million dollar smile, and sometimes she wears glasses. She is, if I am any judge at all, good looking. CAnother AJ. Truthfully I can say that she is the best English teacher that I have ever had. Alf though she failed to pass me last year, I like her just the same. I hate English and I don't mind telling the world, but she can make it seem so easy. Is it any wonder that the majority of kids like her? I say kids because it is good high school English. just do your work for Mrs. Pearl Thompson and your report card won't cause you any grief. ---David Brown. ismlsmisiai iermsarf OW you folks needn't laugh at my new glasses. I think they are quite 'it.' But l do believe I will get a black ribbon to put on them. All right, what were we to have today? The sonnets? Oh yes, that's right. All right, who is going to be the first one? Cedric, you think you would do? All right. Cedric arose looking as if he owned the world and started out with a flourish 'Avenge, O Lord, thy scattered' say is that word scattered? I don't think so. 'Thy scattered bones' no his bones weren't scattered. Well, what was it? Oh yes, 'thy slaughtered saints' sure that was it. Imagine me saying scattered bones. I don't see how I ever made that mistake anyway. Do you? Now where was I? I'll just start again. 'Avenge, O Lord, thy scattered bones' Say, I guess I don't know this. I'll say it tomorrow. Well, Cedric, you started all right, at least you could say 'Avenge, O Lord - All right, Tommy, you're next. Tommy stands up with a 'Tm really good air and watch me and you'll learn something. The only trouble is that not many people agree with Tom except, well, maybe a little straight-haired brunette. Tom says his and gets through all right. He stresses the right words,-that is at least part of the time. A question then pops into Garland Rigg's curly blond head, about which so many persons have remarked. He happened to think of Paradise Lost and wonders how long it took Satan to fall from Heaven to Hades. The answer is given right away and the class proceeds before he and others, who have a mania for asking questions, can think of some more. ::atv,f'f.,f'f.v.f'1v.f-w.,,-Axv.fwf 19 jafxvfav.-'Q-Q,e,

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l 1 p THE SPIDER WEB fatvi i I r,. a.-,A-rv!5L9.g,3j '2, -.v:':,-.'Af,NJ'AA,v. xv:'1v:'nv:'- Ten minutes later a messenger brought a letter from the Royal Treasury. It began: Your Highness: I regret to report that the money just received from you is not gold. It is what is commonly called i'fool's gold or iron pyrites. Please advise- E Here, shouted the Queen, take this message to Solomon. Quickly she wrote it o . And, Mababba, tell the treasurer to make that fool's gold into a smoking stand. And Mababba, knowing that the Queen never smoked, just smiled. -Ford Shryack. IIIJIIIIIQIEBZ IIHIHIEEIIR IIRIIISIEB AIINIHHD llFAlIblIb FOUND IN STUDY HALL MONDAY: DEAR SALLY: Since complications have arisen in the form of Tommy's having blue eyes too, you will know that hereafter when I speak of blue eyes I mean bluefblue eyes, and not grey' blue eyes. Helen told me that she was with B. B. E. and Ernie somethingforfother last night. B. B. E. had his car. They came down to church for her and she skipped choir. They went down to Helen's house and then they were going to take her to Lillian Thompson's house. In the course of their conversation, Helen told B. B. E. that there was a girl down at High School that liked him pretty well and that her initials were L. P. He said, Lillian Thompson, and she said, i'No, I said 'P', not 'T.' Well, I don't know just how it happened, but my picture was on the phonograph and she told him. They were going down to Lillian's then, and he asked her where I lived. She told him and said that I wasn't home now, that I was at church. He said, And you took me away from church! Cthrills and heart throbs!D To use your expression: 'Tm all afflit over it! Well, I've got to read L'Allegro. I'1l be seeing you. Love, Luke. FOUND TUESDAY: Dear Sally: Guess what? HE asked me to go to the game tonite! Kid, IIII1 so excited! The bunch isn't going together, is it? I hope not because I told him I would go. I don't know what to wear! Maybe the blue dress-he says he likes blue-so do I. We're going down to Foster's Fancy afterwards. I can hardly wait. Love, Luke. p FOUND FRIDAY: Dear Sally: . That old B. B. E. asked me to go to the show tonite. I told him NO!.He gripes me. All he does is talk about his brother! I HATE MEN! ! ! ! Yours off men forever, Luke. -Martha Purdum. i ffkvflk., 1.f'1.f'1,f'1.f :wi 1 8 11+ g, sv '-:-f Q aaf'1gf

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THE SPIDER WEB 'Xia W Hu 521-xii!-tv. 'Axvf'x-1. 'A' ,'f'x'f'x'. xv: W ,-. f3'f'x'f'1'f1 Kenny Clemens then recites his, line by line, with no regard for commas, periods, semifcolons, or colons. Kenneth doesn't think he's excellent but he admits he's pretty good for an amateur. At last comes the class star, Ford Shryack. Ford could take a part in any play, take the part of either boy or girl. He is the one who certainly can give the feeling of the poem. Only two more lines to go, the bell rings and everyone jumps up, only to sit down again to remain' until the end of Ford's recitation. Then, a nod of Mrs. Thompson's head, and a mad scramble for the door, the girls leaving first, to the whispers of hurry up from the boys. -Verna F luegel. lIDlIE5lIL9lllVlIE5lIR llMlllIEJ Oh, give me the sanction of a desert isle, Where I can rest my weary brain awhile, From the horrors of Biology or all things scientific, I hate them because they're so dreadfully specific, When it comes to science I'll join the jesters, I refuse to be worried about my ancestors. I should worryg for what's the dif' to me Whether I sprang from clay or a climber of trees My teacher tells me that I'm just lazy But if I study it much longer I'll simply go crazy. I dream of fish and bugs and snakes, And study about 'em when I'm awake. They tell me to describe a fish's backbone l I should worry over a fish's when I've one of my own. I can't understand all of this stuff about gills Oh, boy, of science, I've sure got my fill! 'Neath the strain of it all my nerves are nigh broke Oh, give me relief before I choke! -Hildveth Green f if xii x'+i.'. 1':A1v:'1-wif 20 14 - x'f's-tvf'xv,f'xvf'x',f'1