Rock Island High School - Watchtower Yearbook (Rock Island, IL)

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Upperclassmen Watch Metamorphosis of Fledglings with Understanding Teachers are human, too. They even eat like people Which way is the gym? . . , Oh, are these the up stairs? I ' m sorry. . . . 218, is that where they have detention? . . . The sophomore fumbles, blushes, and stammers for a few days. Inexperience glows in his face and rolls off his tongue. But just when he begins to give up hope of ever learning, a new awareness overtakes him. He al¬ ready has begun to learn and is eager to find out more. The more polished upperclassmen look upon this infraction with amused smiles. They are the leaders of the school now. They must forge new trails and scon new horizons. Absorbant minds, fresh and clean from a summer ' s rest, wait to soak up knowledge. The world ' s great literature, history from the dawn of civilization until the present, explorations into the world of science, and explanations of X x 2 and square roots are presented on a silver platter in exchange for a certain amount of effort. The click of busy typewriters, the scratch of pens on shorthand notebooks, the whir of sewing machinery add to the school ' s warm atmo¬ sphere. And a mere glance out of the win¬ dow presents a picture of growing class¬ rooms, a huge swimming pool, and a Goliath-sized fieldhouse. Visions of the future delight many imaginations.

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Frost still glistens on the broad campus lawn as Rockettes trek on to another day of learning. Fall Announces Return of Green Youth, Revival of Undying Tradition The vital green leaves of summer change into brilliant crimson, dull brown, and mellow gold. The velvet carpet of grass begins to be littered with the trees ' cast off, dying leaves. Yes, autumn has come, with the ring of seven o ' clock alarms, sleepy yawns, and half-closed eyes. School has begun. Cool halls, silent for three months, begin to fill with the sound of young voices bouncing from wall to wall. New notebooks and sharpened pencils are flung into olive-colored lockers. School¬ books are dusted off and covered with brown book covers. Big Z ' s are penciled on notebooks, or that special name is in¬ scribed in ink. Autumn is here and for some a shining new experience has begun. For others a beloved, familiar adventure into Knowledge is continued. A light nocturnal snowfall of early November pre¬ cedes the onset of frigid winter weather. Noon provides time for stu¬ dents to enjoy the last few days of warm September sun¬ shine. 7

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In the pensive silence of the library a buzz of activity .... study, sleep, whispers. After living in varied spots around the globe. Miss Morello lectures at a club meeting about her experiences. f