Martinsville High School - Blue Streak Yearbook (Martinsville, IL)

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Let Us Look Ahead . . . or . . . This D ivining Racket Ain't Cracked Up Like It Orto Be I asked Sindbad the Sailor to tell us where we're going: He cocked his head and answered that he's blamed if he'd be knowin g. But ask the moon, the sailor said, for he knows all that's knowed, And he can tell you what you'll reap e'en 'fore the seed is sowed. Now, old round puss looked very wise, and averred he could tell: But, being old, he'd overwork and then be not too well. So seeking his advice turned out to be a silly waste of time: I gradually convinced myself divining ain't sublime. See here, I sez, you need no powers to dish out such a line, Just get to work and show the jerks 'tis easy to divine. A prophet may be out of luck outside his bailiwick, But come this June we'll all be out, so I won't mind the kick. So I took up my crystal ball, an apple ripe and raw, And, gazing keen, my eyes popped out, for here is what I saw: The general motto of the class-the gang of '41- Showed clearly as I caught a glimpse of sorrow, work, and fun. We defy the laws of scholars concerning how to think: They lead us up to water, but forsooth we may not drink. But, luckily, some few did think, constructing sturdy names. While others dawdled at their work and builded only frames. But each one found his rightful place, and did his part I see, To make us proud we live so wellin good Amerikey. fYou know, folks, poetic license don't cost a thing, and it su in handyj Young Ellington had got a place a mile or so from here, And spent his days a-stalking hares, and rattlesnakes, and deer. And Faye sought, too, the lighter side Cremember I'm a seerl Except the game she hankered for was another kind of dear. Yes, Downey fled with might and main, half-hearted I confess, And ended up by giving out a harassed-sounding yes. Kid Cupid smote with wand once more-it fell on platinum locks Our Con picked out a taxi-miss to wash and darn his socks. For Blondie liked not single bliss with all its reverie: She'd go through much to lose the name Virginia Siverly. re does come Now some there were who married not, but strove for world renown: Our Roger barbered long and well in friendly Cleone-town. Glenn Shade went on to greater heights than anybody hoped: He played the slick, and made it stick-till finally he got roped. flf the metre in this epic slips to one side now and then the avid reader will please remember that the mind of a seer is padded with greased lightningj The day arrived when Marianne became an office clerk- She soon forgot the eyes she'd made at one be-smitten jerk. But Jimmy got along all right with selling beans and such, And added money to his poke-yea muchl Yea much!! Yea much!!! fSome poetry, eh?j It may not dawn upon the slow just how hard Silas fought To get the blokes at Carnival to give him what it ought. fOuchl Just a memory. Prophecy unrepossiblej But back to deeds of more re-piu-te. Remember Mary fair? The Blue Slrvnk- Page fourteen

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SENIORS VIRGINIA KANNMACI-IER G.C.C. I. 2. BILL DOWNEY Boys' Chorus I. 3: Mixed Chorus 1. 3: Class Plav 2. 3, 4: Class Reporter 1, 2: Tennis 3, 4: Literary 3: Blue Stneah Staff 4: Football 3, 4: Band 2. VIRGINIA SIVERLY G.C.C. 3. JAMES M. STANFIELD Band 2, 3, 4: Drum Solo 3, 4: State Contest 3: Cheerleader 3: Tennis 4. FAYE SWOPE Girls' Chorus 1. 2, 3, 4: President 4: Band 3. 4: Mixed Chorus I, 3: G.C.C. I, 2: Fu- ture Homemakers' Club 3: Literary 2, 3. 4: Class Secretary 3: Class Play 4: Blue Streak Staff 4: Library Staff 2, 3: Ofnce Staff 4. ROBERT RYAN Football 3. 4: Class Play 3: Class Vice- President 2: Mixed Chorus 3, SILAS REED F.F.A. 4: Carnival King 4. Page lhirleem-The Blue Streak

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She's on Main Street, right next the bar, a-doing ladies' hair. What bar, you say? Why, Kelley's bar-with coffee pot and grille, And slot machines, and new punch boards. Come in and make a kill! Now over in that part of town where coal is sold you'll find A shovel handle in the truck and Vern not far behind. But up a ways you'll find a spot where frigidaires are sold: The coal may keep you awful hot-Joe Beltz will leave you cold. QAny resemblance to persons or places is not entirely coincidental.j Yea! Farmers, too, we have with us as success urges on: Each morning prompt at four o'clock Herb rises with a yawn. He sees Yehudi's golden light on brim of yonder hill, For Frosty's up at break of day and he's a-milking still. This apple that I'm peering in was sent by Reba Cline: She's pruning fruit trees by the hour and doing awful fine. Now Romines ain't a-farming, but he's cultivation crazy: He's husbanding resources in our neighbor town of Casey. Miss Atkins long ago declared that love don't mean a thing, But I here note she made a goat of a new chocolate king. Look in the window on the drag where ham and eggs are fryin', In white and grease you'll see the chef is our young Robert Ryan. CA poet gets weary. This is terribul hard woik.j Right up the stairs and to the right where dentists' tools will drill us, You'll find the gal behind the gun is our great scholar Phyllis. No teachers? Yes, we have a one a-teaching Algeebree. Now, how'd you guess what rhymes with that? Of course, it's Marjorie. And typing long, and booking this, and handing mighty short, Is Mary Shorts, commercial whiz. a-doing what she ort. fOh! My! Sometimes I think I'll never make it.j Bob Alcorn bought a sausage shop, and hands it out by links: He'll own the creamery some day-at least that's what he thinks. His righthand man in stuffin' pig wherever it is goin' Is one Horatio Floyd Livy Marcus Aurelius Bowen. Dale. Munch, and Lively quit our class. so they're not in the ball: All I can do is wish the best to every one and all. CI tell you this rhyming is hard. Bet you wonder how--or why--I do it.J True science played its part with us-a patented door-knocker- And who's responsible for that? Virginia Kannmacher. ' CThought I couldn't get by that, huh?D Our Frances Nelle right early fell for life's bewildering quirks. She never stopped rehearsing how Aunt Susie Shoots the Works. The entertainer plus deluxe, the personable gel. A-singing songs up at the Mars is Norma Lou Maxwell. Why, who'd a-thought that Ulrey boy would lose timidity Enough to don professor's cloth and teach agronomy? Miss Fraker married rich and well. and now that she's in clover, She spends her days in studios just taking pictures over. My crystal tells a few more facts: The pride of all the Cooks Works twice a week at City Hall just taking care of books. Miss Patchett quickly chose her work. she early let us know She'd follow Meier and teach Home Ec-always kneading dough. Praise be, we're at the end of this rigmarole, the end of which one never knows where is and the beginning of which one never should start unless he knows where he's goin'- Well. ennyhoo, the town M. D. is good old devlin Joan. -No one wants to take the discredit for this. Surprising, ain't it? Page fifteen-'1'hv Blue Streak