Rockford High School - RHS Yearbook (Rockford, IL)

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P x Apollo, God of prophecy, Thy Pythia now calls on thee. Unveil the future dark and dim That I may have a glance within. I look down in the deep abyss, Whence rumbles come, where fires hiss. I feel the sulphur fumes arise, O'erpower my spirit, dim my eyes, A distant roar strikes on my ear, It louder grows. 'Tis coming near. The air is rent as thunders crash. The riven clouds asunder break, And with them all confusion take. I stand upon a mountain height, And all the future greets my sight. Familiar faces meet my gaze, The former friends of bygone days. No longer now a prophetess Alumnae of the R. H. S. My joy leaps upward with a bound My classmates of '07 I've found. PROPHEJ' Y The first one whom mine eye espies Is Margaret Goff, a scholar wise. M. johnson and Lindberg to my surprise Conduct a store of merchandise. A member of the faculty Of Berlin University, Kathrina Lange now I see As giggling as she used to be. On breezy wings of eloquence, Miss Lind has risen to prominence. Frank Smith, our humorist, Doth in our merriment assist. A kindergartner, wondrous kind, Marguerite Morrison resigned A path of power and fame forsooth, just to instruct small Ruby and Ruth. Our Prima Donna, Ruth Rathbun Before the world success has won. Bertha Hunter, with a scowl, Is now critic of the Owl.

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THE R. H. S. ANNU AL 31 The '07 Class Song Tune: Life is a I Oh! Rockford High we came to thee In nineteen hundred three, As freshmen green, Filled with ambitions high. As sophmores then we showed to you Our patriotic zeal, Our banners waved, our men were brave On your athletic field. CHORUS Here's to naught seven And Rockford High, Here's to the best class That ever passed by. And here's to our victories And seldom defeat. So here's to naught seven, It cannot be beat. 2 As jolly Juniors then we came To win our class a name. We raised our colors on the pole, That they might wave on high, See-Saw And now as stately Seniors With many a doubt and sigh, We pack our books prepared to leave Dear Rockford High. ' 3 In athletics we have tried To give you of our best, And trust the standards we have set May be carried by the rest. And now the four short years are passed That we such happy daysg So we must say our last goodbye To Rockford High. CHO. QWITH LAST STANZAH Here's to naught seven And Rockford High, Here's to the best class That ever passed by, And here's to our teachers Faithful and trueg So farewell old High School, Our farewells to you. M. E. W. ,O7 R. M. R. '07

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THE R. H. S. ANNUAL 331 I recognize Nilson of former day, A physical director of the Y. M. C. A. Head waiter at the Jarvis Inn, Picking up Crumb's, Brown's worn qui Our Francie Judd and A nes Williams te thin. g Have been to help the foreign missions. As nurses o'er the sea they go To aid alike both friend and foe. In the dazzling light of the footlights glare, Stands Myra Banks, an actress fair. Under her parent's lowering frown, Our Helen Crumb has turned quite Br As tutor of our Highty Grace And Junior Mabel, our scapegrace. Eva Garver lost her youth And is a wretched sight in truth. Adams has lost quite all sense, But still retains his eloquence. Mackey's the very definition Of an ardent politician. In a foreign and ancient hall, OWU. A prince of fortune met Miss Chindahl. Electric sparks her specialty, Miss Bradshaw's versed in coquetry. A maker of fine furniture, Charles Farnham is far from obscure. Ray Helm, Whose quiet ways we know, Is in a flour mill making dough. Miss Dentler sits and weaves a basket As some one whispers, May I ask it? Her drooping head she blushing bows And there they plight their lover's vows. White has become a politicion, In school he found this was his mission. Thomas and Tindall still follow their call Iiball They're conductinga school for old men's basket- Excuses that I gave in School And, How All Teachers I can Fool, Are latest books by Grace Bannen, Who wields with skill a practised pen. Leslie McGuire is still playing ball. I hear that he's signed with the Cubs for next fall. In happy old age, Della Rydbom is seen, Bereft of pink powder, Qbut it was not blondinej Hinchlilfe and Bedwell are men of great fame. Thru devotion to duty each won his name. Laboring nobly Qwe'll all recall thatj They peach and protest 'gainst the evils of Frat Our tall young Ariel Schweinfurth, In styles and rhymes doth shine forth. Frank Taylor's looking for some dough, He lost his job he was so slow. Sue Gunner, the huntress of steady aim, With the bow of Diana, brings down her game. Poor Robie could never have dreamed,-O hone! That one day he'd be here Ruthless and lone.