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

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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

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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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