Macomb High School - Spiderweb Yearbook (Macomb, IL)

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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+

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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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ON BEING A SENIOR Upon looking back on the time when I was a mere tot of five, it seems as if I had been looking forward to the day when I would be a senior. When I wore bloomer dresses and bangs, I would stop playing dolls and see myself as a tall maiden with curly locks receiving a di- ploma. Fortunately my dream about receiving the diploma is about to come true, but about the rest, I refuse to comment. There are so many things I can say about being a senior, but to my readers they would seem too fantastical and wild. About two years ago I was talking to a boy about being a senior. At the time I was a sophomore and he was a freshman in college. What he said shall always stick in my memory. Eloise, he said, why don't you compare the student body of a school to a loaf of bread? You see, Eloise, when you are in the lower grades you are just a mere crumb, but when you are a senior you are a whole slice. At the time, being sort of inclined to giggle incessantly, I did just that, much to the poor boy's disgust. But since then, having gained a little in worldly knowledge, I realize that that is quite right. At last I am a whole slice of bread. And what a large slice I am trying to be. And why not? After all, I will be a senior only once and I might as well make the best of it. So hereafter, if I resort to any indecent practices to make myself noticed, you may know it is because I'm giddy at the thought of being a senior at last. Maybe I'm not the only girl Cor boyl who is half-silly. Reason! At this time of the year when birds begin to sing and the grass and flowers begin to appear anew: one can not al- ways keep his thoughts to history and English. The mere thought that he is a senior makes him think of things more human. This essay is getting to be quite lengthy, so in conclusion I'll put down my innermost thoughts. I'm sixteen, I'm a girl: I'm a seniorg it's spring, I have a new dress: I have full use of the family Fordg graduation is coming. What more could I expect? So please act accordingly. So what? -Elouise Newsome -af Page 28 I0-