Maine East High School - Lens Yearbook (Park Ridge, IL)

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Page 20 Maine Quill A SENIOR CHRONICLE By Roan Spence. Should you ask me whence these stories, Whence these memories, recollections, With the stories from the classrooms, With the fun and sports from gym, With much giggling from the girls, With the mighty laugh of boys, With their frequent repetitions, With their gay reverberations 7, I should answer, I should tell you, From the library and the halls, From the games of basketball, From the village of Park Ridge, From the hamlet of Des Plaines, From the busses, trains and autos, Where the students, one and all, Spend their time and all their money. I repeat them as IIve seen them In my four years here at Maine. Should you ask how I remember All these stories so correctly, All these memories and traditions, I should answer, I should tell you, From the classbooks of the girls, From the treasured ttQuillsiy of Maine, Dear with memories to 'us all. When as freshmen lone we came, Came to study and to learn, Came to try and show we knew What the sophomore thought he knew, What the junior wished he knew, What the senior knew he knew, We were young and soon impressed With the much we didn't know. Hard we tried to master history, Hard we studied oler the ancients, Hard we worked with algebra, With Miss Barnes at hand to help. Thus we grew, fast and faster, Grew in knowledge and in Wisdom, Grew in all the joys of Maine, Stood the trials of being freshmen, Learned to paddle our own canOes. Paddling briskly into sophomores, Soon did glide this class of ours, Skilled in all the craft of whispering, Learned in all the lore of Hleavef In all youthful sports and pastimes, In all student arts and labors. Bright in geometry were we sophOe mores, Bright and shining lights were we, Problems noted neat in notebooks, With not an ttN on any test. Brighter still we shone in botany, Knew the trees each by its name, Knew the flowers and their homes; Knew the woods and roads so well That MISS Cassidy could not beat us When it came to walking home. Thus we sophomores grew in know- ledge, Grew as we had grown before, Grew until we all became tWith much nonsense and great funl Juniors in the year i21. Much the juniors did accomplish, Much we tried and overcame; Hard we studied in the classroom, Hard we minnowedII in the tank, Harder yet upon the field, And it was not all in vain When we were our MIslI for Maine. We were artists were we juniors. Proved it too, in work at school, Proved it in our sport outside, Proved it best, we thought ourselves, When in decorating gym. When from river and from roadside, We gathered the bright branches And with streamers of crepe paper Gave much color to the dances. Too we studied physics- Studied with the aim to learn, Studied hard and I remember How the worry made eyes weary, Made the girls wear colored glasses, Made Mr. Stone very anxious IBout the windows of our brains. So we juniors ever striving Reached the senior goal at last. Out of childhood, into manhood Now had grown this class I22, Soon to leave dear Maine forever Soon to go and come no more. So our last year Made we our best year, The best year of our life at Maine. Well we did in chemistry, In the lab and with our book We were sure of H 20 And also what H 20 was 4. tContinued on page 61J

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Page 19 Maine Quill ELSIE GRAY Secretary to Principal Maine Township High School MARTHA H. WILEY Community Nurse West Side Hospital School for Nurses FRANK SHOWERS Music Michigan State College Con- servatory of Music

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