Quimby High School - Echo Yearbook (Quimby, IA)

Page 117 text:

' 'ff i INV: Z ,I 'ffl' ull 1. X 4- H ll Dlvvxljv VN exe 'V If 'HldQX, 1 ga W Vfdi -as ,J Aww QV' seat aim -1-J Q V a s THIRD HDD FOURTH . On a warm August day the sound of our hurrying feet and laughing voices echoed through the halls as we eagerly came into our room to be--the third and fourth grades of 1942, With the coming of fall we learned many things about Indians. We'made a table exhibit of their homesg tepees, and adobes, things that they madeg moccasins, woven baskets, beaded clothing, and pottery. The boys carved out canoes and made bows and arrows for our ex- hibit. Our Halloween party was so exciting! There were smiling jack-o-lanterns grinning at us from every dark corner as we hunted for apples, dressed in our costumes and masks. U We never shall forget the Christmas season. Our hands were busy long before the holidays burning' origi- nal designs into plywood with'an electric needlea These were our gifts to our parents. Our brightly, decorated tree, and the jolly Santa Clauses smiling at us from our walls inspired us to write poems about this happiest of all seasons. For our part in the Christmas program we dramatized for our audience what we thought our soldiers would be thinking of as they sat HDreaming of a White Christmas. After our vacation we came back to school to beEIn the study of American History in the fourth grade. Hisf tory is the story of so many important people so we de- cided to take the most important of them and put the story of their life in our own words. During the month of February many pages were added to our books about such famous men as Washington, Lincoln, and Edison. We have lost several' from our group since that first dayg Joe Lundsgaard, Petty Jo and Freddy Conley, and Helen and Dick Frank, A happy dark-eyed girl, Faith Perrett came to fill one of those vacant seats in our third grade. We demonstrated at the Music p'ogram that we are truly Uncle Sams Hel ers, by showing the many people who are helping our dcouniryd to win the war--the soldier, the sailor, the marine, the pilot, the doctors and nurses, the little boy who gathers scraps, the children who so faithfully buy defense stamps with their change and all the'others who are trying so hard to keep our flag fly- ing. - , Lum

Page 119 text:

ff . ' KK 2- - N, 'ff - tl Q -. f U xl 'X . !f,'1,,fl!:.l:::::UXQxXXS r 4 Aff' 'Tuff xxXNf mm'- wifil-JO fig'-1.2 ...J ' THIRD HUD FOURTH QCUFWBJ, - Our assistant teacher, Miss Fassler, a senior stu- dent, helped us learn the music for our program. Then spring came. We built a feeding tray for our feathered friends, and took walks around our schoolyard looking for birds. We colored outline pictures to look just as the real bird does. We talked about how birds nests were made, as well as the color and shape of their eggs. In this way we learned to know and love them. Then our hurrying feet were again heard 'echoing through the halls as we anxiously left our room,sm111ng at the thoughts of the many worthwhile experiences we had enjoyed together, and of the many more good times we would have after our happy vacation days are over. aeeeeeeeeeeeeeee Leland H.--HI dug this hole where I was told to, and be- gan to put the dirt back likc'I was supposed to. But all the dirt won't go hack in. What will I do?U ' Frosty D.--UI have it. There's only one thing to do. You'll have to dig the hole deeper.H JLJLJLJLJLRLJLJL - n A n n A n as ls 4 . HSir, may I have the day off to help my wife with the spring cleaning?H HCertainly'not.' ' UThank you, sir, I knew I could depend on you.n ' AML 'LJLJL L52 75' n n Wu n n 'En A nWillie,H said mother, HI wish you would run across the street and see how old Mrs. Brown is this morning.' 'A few minutes later Willie returned and reported, UMrs. Brown says it's none of your business how old she is. eeeeaeeeeeeeesee Reporter--To what do you attribute your advanced age, sir? Centenarian--Mainly to the fact that I was born so long ago.