Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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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+

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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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A CARNIVAL Carnivals are the most interesting things in the world. There is an air of mystery and enchantment about a carnival that is found nowhere else. When you enter the gates your nostrils are assailed by an odor that is the mixture of everything from hot dogs to popcorn and pink cotton candy. There is the sound of the cal- liope, the happy shouts of people, and the ping from the shooting galleries. Your eyes are amazed at the multitude of colors and at the queer pictures that are painted on huge hang- ing canvasses. Of course you go on the Merry-go-round. As you climb upon a gray prancing horse with red and green diamonds in his bridle an exciting chill runs up and down your spine. After an extremely dizzy ride you decide that maybe the Ferris-wheel would be more fun. When you sit down in the seat it rocks back and frightens you so that you decide you don't want to ride after all. Before you can get out you have begun to move up and a trickling feeling seizes your poor abused spine again. After a few times around, however, all fear is gone and one can enjoy watching the motley, moving crowds below. The next enchanter of the evening is the fire-eater who puts huge flaming torches into his mouth. Slowly you pass from one side show to another until at last wearied of them your steps turn toward the Bunko, shooting, and fishing booths. After winning a kewpie doll with a rainbow colored fan, your feet remind you that they are very tired and wish to go home. With a last regretful look and sigh you view the noisy scene and with the music of the calliope still in your ears you turn toward home. LOVE SONG I see her in the moonlight Beside the silvery trees: I see her in the daylight Whispering to the breeze. I-ler song is like a dove, So quiet, so sweet and slow, Each time I hear it thoughts of love Upon me come and go. To me she is a fairy So sweet and so divine, But to her I am a lover Lost in thoughts sublime. You may know her as I do, And as I now foretell, You may someday sigh When you hear me reply 'Bout the outcome of the story I tell. -Luan Rost THE SOPHOMORE CLASS OF M. H. S. The Seniors think they're very smart Because they're near their goal, But just you waitg we Sophomores Will show them what we know. The Sophomore Class is very smart, And they don't study hard. But of course you can see that, If you look at certain cards. Let's seep there's the Freshman Class They are very green, I guess they don't know very much That surely can be seen. That leaves the luniors, does it not? They're hard to defeat, Even at that they're not so hot. They haven't got us beat. -Gene Quinn -Doris Heaton -arf Page 25 10