Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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The purpose of the National Forensic League is to stimulate interest in debate and oratory by offering definite and suitable recognition for successful participation in those activities. lts next purpose is to induce more students to enter these worthwhile activities. With a deiinite, tangible reward to work for it will follow that more students will enter tnese contests than there would if no recognition were offered. The realization of this pur- pose has been demonstrated by the number of chapters reporting two and even three times as many students trying out for forensic events. lts further purpose is to keep active the interest of the students who have taken part in debate and oratory and to urge them on to greater attainments. This is accomplished by awarding Degrees with special privileges. By always having new honors to earn the student will not be likely to cease his efforts as soon as member- ship and the key have been attained, but press on for further accomplishments. The National Forensic League does not interfere in any way with local forensic contests. Each Chapter is entirely free to ar- range its own debates and continue present relations with its neighboring schools and with its State association. The students of Macomb l-ligh School holding National Forensic honors are: Degree of Merit: Richard Cook Harold Morrow Hoyt Rawlings Marjorie Brittain Degree of Honor: lames Patterson Degree of Excellence: Madge Crone At the end of this school year there undoubtedly will be more students eligible for membership and advaiced degrees. -mf Page 23 NATIONAL FORENSIC LEAGUE

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During the past few years, an elaborate system of fostering Basketball enthusiasm and spirit among the students in the school has been followed and this year the fruits of these years have been realized. Our team needs no added praise. lt has been praised and re-praised in the minds of everyone, cheered and re-cheered on the basketball floor, and nothing we could add here would add to its reputation and honor. its record is not so flourishing, but better than average: First place in the Roseville regional tournament. A victory over East Peoria in the Sectional Tournament was one of its greatest accomplishments. Manual overcame our team in the second round and so ended a glorious season. To this imposing array of first in the regional tournament, add individual vic- tories, seventeen, to individual defeats, eleven. This is one of the classiest teams Macomb has produced for some time. 'fig 3? . A of f FX, JL -T iw- ff nf 9' Q N 5 r i jg: -c-ri Page 22 14+ BASKET BALL

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WINTER Old man Winter's ready to go, With his ice and wind and snowy Coasting, skating and winter joys Are what touch the hearts of boys. Christmas comes in the winter time With gifts and cards and words that rhymeg In February great birthdays come, And winds that make the fingers numb. But spring will come as spring must do, When flowers will bloom and skies turn blue. Winter's the happiest of the year, For Christmas comes with Christmas Cheer! -Ethel Murfin THE SOPHOMORE CLASS OF THIRTY-SIX We Sophomores of '36, A happy bunch but in a fix. The Seniors look at us with scorn: As if they wish we'd never been born, The problem is we'd like to prove, That they were also once disproved. But how to solve it we don't know: We're just as good as they are though. But this year will soon be o'erg Then we'll be sophomores no more. But in our Iunior year we'll not forget The Sophomore year at M. H. S. -Beunah Harry SOPHOMORE MUSES The Freshmen are so green they pine: The Seniors think they're at the top of the line: The Iuniors reply that they're ok But I'll take a Sophomore any day. The Senior struggles: the Iunior strives- The Freshmen worryp we enjoy our lives. I'll hate to be a Iunior or a Senior for it seems They've got work piled as high as the roof beams. I'm glad I'm through the Freshie class, I'm glad I'm sweet sixteen, For life begins when you're Sophomores- And in the midst of your teens. Whew! I'll be glad when school is through To me say, It's an awful bore, But I am thinking the same as you- I'm glad I've got two years more. -Irene Sturm -nf Page REFLECTION S Sometimes I think I know the thoughts of youth- I who speak my words carefully in a well- modulated tone. Then I pause and ask myself if I have felt words of beauty Come rushing to my lips Seeking utterance. If I remember having heard a silvery chime Strike at midnight, recalling some age-old memory A memory as fleeting as his smile, or a glance from his admiring eyes Telling me that I was beautiful and assuring me that I would always remain youngg If I have felt a feeling of hushed sacredness Steal over me, as a single drowsy bird softly called his mate, Then I, too, can feel young again. For as long as I can see beauty in a graceful willow tree Caressing a murmuring stream, I am young. But when I confine myself to a hum-drum existence Conversing exclusively of war, liquor, and the depression, When I cease to see the glorious beauty of some fire-lit room God! 'Twere better to send a storm Than let me live- A twisted, empty shell! -Madge Crone NATURE'S RAIMEN T The gown of Spring in filmy folds is madeg Billowing out and trimmed in pink and jade, Soft flowers and raindrops By heaven laid. The frock of Summer, bright with colors laid By rays of sunshine, beauty brightly made. Blue waters and white clouds In colors gay. The suit of Autumn, prettiest of all, Her colors of Indian Summer fall Around her like a gay blanket Of flaming fire. Dame Winter's cloak, the cold, yet warming white For ornament wears earrings of ice: Dark clouds, cold moon in the night Her only brooch. -Irene Chapman 2414+