North Freedom High School - Torch Yearbook (North Freedom, WI)

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THAT CONFOUNDED RAIN The rain is falling, hard and fast, . Of course, it wouldn't stop: It spoiled my plans much in the past, Will future also flop. I had a date for that big dance, And now I cannot go. It's even spoiled my every chance Of going to the show. The roads were fme until tonight. And now they're mud, knee-deep. When to the dance I'd love to go, I can but go to sleep. So here I go unto my rest And that confounded rain At least can't come my dreams to spoil, Across my window pane. --D. G. THE DUSK --and then at last there comes the dusk. All is once more quiet. Birds are still. Even motor cars seem to glide along more silently. One by one the children are called to their homes to sleep. Peace and sympathy seem to cast a dull golden glow. A slinking dog passed noiselessly. All at once from the village tower rang the curfew. For a brief minute the world is shattered by a colossal, majestic tolling. At the end of the tolling all seems more silent. The shadows now are black and sinister. A black night bird wings its way overhead. Then of a sudden the world is plunged in the inky blackness of night. Page Twenly-two

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i 4 FROM THE QUOTATIONS OF BILLY The bell rings the end of passing eve The guy who plows is coming from the field, The bellering cows run swiftly o'er the meadow And, by gosh, it's dark! My teacher says no poetry I know But she don't know the kind of a guy I be. I know more verse than all the guys around In fact, I'm good in poetry, So if you have some time List to this little rhyme. The guy who wrote it I don't know, But I think his name was Poe. In a little shell down by the ocean Was a girl called Annabel, see: But the boys around just called her 'Belle' Because she was so pretty. And here's another bit of rhyme From Stevenson this time. Under a sky that is starry Dig me a hole and let me be. I'm awfully glad that I'm dead, you see, Because I needed some castor oil. This be the lines you say for me, ' I'm glad he's dead like he ought to be The world is lucky and so is he For now he won't have to toil. Don't tell me, poets I can't quote: I know every line they ever wrote. -Wilbur Schmid YOUR GOAL Swing on, oh youth, this rough road o'er, Each milestone swiftly passing, The best of life and glory, and The finer things amassing. Set high your aim and firm your step Until the top you hold. Nor never cease, nor never rest, Until you reach your goal. Though it be small or it be great, It is not all the deed, But rather it's the way you do, It is your climbing speed. And when the gates of high success Before you do unroll: Then you can cease, then you can rest, For you have reached your goal. -Walte r Schara. t. Page Twenty-one

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