Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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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

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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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' 'SOPHOMORES' ' We are sophomores everyone knows, Because everyone teases us so. Especially the juniors and seniors who are dears. But they laugh at us until they have tears, They don't think we're so hot, but we do them. But we just learned to take and show all of them. We are just sophomores, but all of us will wait. Until some day we'll be able to take the cake. -Alice Rose Brown UP TOWN Yesterday a bank of snow, Today a tiny riverlet flowsp Along the street, That's on the way, Up Town. Later on the flowers bloom, And by the way the lovers spoonp Along the park, That's on the way, Up Town. And in the fall the varied leaves, Makes gorgeous patterns to conceive, Along the walks, That's on the way, Up Town. -Eileen Fleming DESCRIPTION OF A FRESHMAN Their eyes are blue, Their color is green. They hardly look The age of fourteen. Their faces are wrinkled Their habits are queerg Do you wonder why After such a year. -Luan Carlile SUCCESS Success is what all strive for but few seemingly attain. For us of today there are certain things which govern us and upon which success rests. lf you would make good you must realize that it is the work that you do that counts- not the things you plan to do. The work you do must be done right if you wish to reach your goal or your utmost height. The world is constantly weighing each individual according to his words or deeds. By this means rnan's reputation is steadily determined. There is nothing that aids one so much as a good name for without it the most skilled are greatly handicapped and can never show their real value. Everyone that strives to get ahead is met by the challenge of defeat. There is one main difference between those that succeed and those who don't. Those who fail give up. Despair and failure only get in where perseverance and steady effort cease. ln the face of every obstacle keep striving ahead and don't give up and guit. Money is only a part of our compensation for our day's work but we also are given true happiness. True happiness is not in having but in doing, and the pathway of life is always easier for those who work hardest. lt should be remembered that no man's success ever becomes finished and complete, but that all can reach higher standards of well-doing by constantly doing all things well. -Gene Quinn -of Page 26 10-