Nokomis High School - Old Nokomis Yearbook (Nokomis, IL)

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2 2 APOLOGIES TO THE POTTERS Time—12:45 Scene—Girls’ Locker Room. About fifteen girls are all trying to look in the mirror at one and the same time. . . . Somehow the tallest ones have a wicked way of al- ways managing to get in the front layer, the shorter ones trying to peer between them, usually getting poked in the eye by someone’s elbow. . . . We wonder if it isn’t similar to a bunch of demented women at a bargain counter. Above the general hubbub ceitain stronger voices may be discerned at intervals and a very alert person may sometimes catch a remark addressed to him (or should I say, her?) 1st Senior (Seniors aie more apt to be heard than other less awe-inspiring and superior individuals.) “Whuta.ia think of that quizz today? If ya’d ask me, pretty stiff I’d say.” 2nd Senior “Oh I ’spose it could have been worse But if it had been I'da gone home in a hearse!” 1st Senior “Those dates simply peeve me to tears! I missed that one by thirty-five years.” 1st Freshie (speaking up timidly, a thing rarely seen these days, even in fresh ies.) “May I borrow your powder puff, please? The boy behind me swiped mine—the tease!” 2nd Freshie “Certainly, dear, but I think you’ll find That powder isn’t a very good kind. Some of the powder they sell is a sin Hold still—you’ve got too much on your chin.” 1st Soph. “Come here, Lucille, let me fix your hair You need another hair pin there.” 2nd Soph. “Thanks, honey, I'll do the same for you. On this side almost your whole ear shows through.” 1st Junior (excitedly) “Say wouldn’t those Senior girls disgust Anyone? They’ve sure got lots of crust The way they acted yesterday---” OLD NOKOMIS

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TWILIGHT BEAUTY As dim in the fading twilight, I i:e day’s last rays disappear There comes to our hearts a longing, A longing so fond and dear. W e pause, the day’s work is completed Oui eyes to the westward stray; We see God's beauty before us, In the close of another day. And then as the light grows fainter There tar through the glowing west; On the form of waiting nature halls a kind and peaceful rest. 0 ei head in the great wide heavens At work is an unseen hand, Now it scatters the stars above us Like seed o'er the ready land. Our hearts have forgotten their longing, And peace is within us again; God’s splendor ne'er failed in the message It should carry to the souls of men. Each day in this world all about us As onward in life we must go, Is revealed some wonderful beauty 1 hat God gave to us here below. So then when our day has grown weary And the world round about is depressed, May we then but turn to God’s nature Therein we will find gentle rest. Gilbert Kettelkamp. -OLD NOKOMIS

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2 2 Senior (belligerently) “What’s that, I just heard you say? How’d ya Juniors get that way? You’re jealous, that’s all that’s the matter with you!” (with superior smile) “Maybe some day you’ll be Seniors, too, I hope you’ll have more sense when you do.’’ 2nd Senior “You tell her a headful, too, for me These darn Juniois get too free.’’ Soph, (pacificly) “Here, here, children let’s have peace. Let this angry fussing cease— (To Freshie, pushing up in front of mirror) Say, whoja think you are? If you don't move over we’ll have war!” Freshie (tearfully) “I have as much right here as you I guess this mirror’s big enough for two!’’ Senior “My stars! there goes the bell! Is my hair all right?” 2nd Senior “It’ll do very well; Is my powder on straight?” 1st Senior “Yes, c’mon, let’s go!” (Mad rush for door. . . Several nearly get knocked out. Wild buzz of conversation; the usual remonstrances of “Here! Here! the bell’s rung!” from Prof. Tracker. . . A few thirsty souls make a dash for the fountain. . . Succeed in getting a great deal of water outside their faces but little inside. . . Dash in assembly flinging parting remarks at friends. . . At last all gets quiet.) AND THAT’S THAT—TILL THE NEXT NOON. —K. S. OLD NOKOMIS