Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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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-

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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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POETRY AND PROSE A thought wrought out in a prose version is often not so impressive as the same thought featured in a poem. Although a prose version on some point generally leaves no doubt, what- soever, about its meaning, it does not seem to be free from the mechanical rigidness which is more hidden in a poem. I believe most of us would sacrifice a little of the understanding about a point for a few chills up and down our backs. Thus, offhand, poetry seems preferable to prose. What is the reason for this preference? Let us take this theme, for example, and try to work out an explanation. Probably, and let's hope so, this theme will be approximately two hundred words in length. In regard to the article as a whole, we have much interest for it on the start. As we read along, isn't it possible that our interest is taken up by many words which we t:.ink are indispensable, but which could be done away with? On the other hand, poetry, with its terse, vigorous statements, seems to reflect our interest and to give us some in excess. So if we would simmer this article down it would be sweeter and would take less time to be eaten. If we would pass it through a lens it would burn a deeper wound. -Emro Zimkoski SENIORS I would I were a poet, And could make a decent rhyme, I wouldn't then be embarrassed At this particular time. If I could press a button, That would cause the words to flow Rythmetically and fluently With the meter thus and so. I can just imagine, How wonderful I'd be, I would rate a grade of A Instead of just a B. But I am a mere senior, Waiting for my fate, Doing the best I can, In hopes I graduate. -Rodney Christiansen PLAYING THE GAME There is an inscription on the wall in a certain gymnasium which reads When we come before the one great Scorer, it will make no difference to him if we have won or lost the game, but how we have played it. There is a world of truth in this statement. In a high school game we are glad if we win and disappointed if we lose. We never think about how the game was played. The opposing team may have used unfair tactics to win- but nevertheless they have the victory-so we ask ourselves why we do not do the same thing. Fair play and good sportsmanship go hand in hand. I would rather see a team lose every game and play squarely than to have them win every game by underhanded methods. If a player cheats in order to win he is less satisfied than if he had lost. There is a voice inside of him--his conscience-which will torment him if he does not play fair. A player who cheats in games will do the same in later life, causing much grief to himself as well as to other people. If you can play a game on the level, take a beating with good grace, and be a good sport in all that you undertake to do, you will certainly be graded high on the score card of Him who rules all destiny. --Betty Lou Aldredge -4:1 Tags 27 114+