Mansfield High School - Crimson Spotlight Yearbook (Mansfield, IL)

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SHORT GLORY l was a knight, a warrior bold, My fame, as yet, was half untold. My deeds were many, kind, and true, Nothing was there which I couldn't do. l rode a gallant charger white, To right all wrong, rode late at night, Up and away before break of day, Traveling the road of the knight's lone way. I saw one day, a maid so fair, My decision was made to win her there. I reached her, after a fearful fight, Putting her cowardly captors to flight. Then, just as before this maid I fell, I heard a voice I knew full well. Awake! Get up l , said mother to mc, And I sadly left my fantasy. -CLAIR KOKENSPARGER '24. A SENIOR REVERIE Seated one day in the assembly I was weary and sad, yet I knew not why. Finally, this mysterious mood of mine was partially explained when the ideas in my mind focused in this thought- The call of the old school bell That we love so well to hear, Soon only can tell, Of school day memories we love so well. No one realizes until he is near the close of his school career how fas- cinating is the ringing of a school bell. It calls students to come, crying with earnestness, Hurry, hurry-do not tarry-school-come to school! But one must be sad when the old bell calls and he realizes that no longer is it summoning him to school duties and pleasures. Yet, the old iron friend has not forgotten us--although in a few days it will no longer say, Hurry Senior Lads and Lasses, you must not be late to classes , for we must leave the school room to give others our places and go out into the world school. So now this same song of the bell says to us if we listen, Go do your duty- duty-duty ! -DOROTHA GORDON. 'I923 '

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LITERARY THE EDITOR'S CORNER ln order to publish this little book, the Emceaichess, we had to have the co-operation of the entire school. It is not a book by the staff or for the staff, but an annual by M. C. H. S. and for M. C. H. S., and for every one who cares to see how affairs are 'carried on in our little High School. We have attempted to gather together the essence of our school life and set it forth in this year book, in the most attractive and most interesting way pos-- sible. ln '15 M. H. S. edited a small annual, which they called Emaichess. For some reason this custom was not followed by the class of '16. A custom is a sacred institution even though it be one which governs a school. Who would refuse the Seniors their privilege of selecting the most desirable row of desks in the Assembly, or the Sophomores the right of forgetting that they were Freshmen the year before and of helping initiate their unsuspecting and in- nocent classmen into high school life? Because of the reverence that these customs should create, they should be as strong as any law in governing the actions of the members of that institution of which these unwritten laws are a part. Perhaps it was the respect for the practice established in 1915 of publishing an annual and a wish to do something worthy of their school that gave the classes of '23 and '24 the desire to edit the 1923 Emceaichess. Hence, we appeal to our underclassmen, the Sophomores and Freshmen, to consider well before they dismiss this keeping a record of their high school days. It has been a great pleasure for us to publish the Emceaichess. We hope and feel that the pleasure does not end here, either for you or for us, but that in years to come, when the grey hairs have begun to outshine the brown we can open our worn copy of the Emceaichess and live again these golden days of 1923. -HAROLD PGNVELL. It's the song ye sing, and the smiles ye wear, That's a makin' the sun shine everywhere. -James Whitcomb Riley. 1923

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THE JUNIORS ' Has any outsider slipped into our class? If there has, take him out or we'll hang him en masse, Hang the professor, the teachers are sights! XVe don't give a snap! XVe're Juniors all right! NVe're smart! VVe're smart! VVho says we are not? He's crazy, poor Freshman, he's talking rot. VVe're the pride of our teachers! They tell us we are, The nicest in school, best looking by far. NVas I speaking of brains? I naturally would, For being a junior I certainly should. There are several among us, wiser, indeed, Than any of our teachers, or in fact, any need. Now one young fellow, Roy Amdor by name, Has won for himself unspeakable fame. In Chemistry and English, and History too, He never worries, but walks right through. Another young man of excellent grace, By losing two front teeth spoiled the looks of his face. But minus the teeth he's quite entertaining, For of marvelous tales he's fond of explaining. And here's our old friend with the artistic touch, He's drawn a few pictures and of praise received much. He clabbles in prose and breaks forth in song, Yet, some people say he's a man gone wrong. But wait, dear people, don't be misled, XVe're not all boys, just see those red heads! There are excellent girls beneath those red crowns, Sometimes they are serious, sometimes they are clowns. There are wonderful girls in this class of ours, Cooks, novelists, debaters, and opera stars. But all in all and up and down, They can't be matched in just any town. As Juniors we're proud, and glad that it's so, For as such we advance, wher'er we may go. Sometimes, no doubt, in the days yet to be, These days with pleasure again we shall see. CWith apologies to Holmesj -CLAIR KOKENSPARGER, '24 11923