Shields High School - Patriot Yearbook (Seymour, IN)

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T fl-LULLUB MYLBEA FINDLEY, ' 19 HE GOLDEN dreamboat ' s ready, With her silken sails all spread; And the breeze is gently blowing To the fairy port of bed; And the fairy captain ' s waiting While the busy sand man flies With the silver dust of slumber Closing every baby ' s eyes. Oh, the night is rich with moonlight, And the sea is calm with peace, And the angels fly to guard you, Their watch shall never cease; And the fairies there await you, They have splendid dreams to spin; You shall hear them gaily singing As the dreamboats draw you in. Like the ripple of the water Does the dreamboat ' s whistle blow, Only baby ears can catch it When it comes the time to go. Only little ones may journey On so wonderful a ship And go drifting off to slumber With no care to mar the trip. Oh, the little eyes are heavy, But the Jittle soul is light ; It shall never know a sorrow Or a terror through the night. And at last when dawn is breaking And the dreamboat ' s trip is o ' er. You shall wake to find your mother Smiling over you once more.

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tions. It was easy for Joe to fan the next two batters and then his team was up to bat. The last few moments had arrived. Victory or de feat was at hand. Which would it be ? The first two Centersville batters made outs, for Ben Perry was not asleep. The outlook for the home team seemed doubtful indeed. Baldy was next up. He hit the ball a good blow and finally made his way to second. Joe was next up and as he stepped to the plate he gave Ben a look of defiance. Ben returned it without a quiver. The ball whizzed over the plate! Joe struck and missed. Again the ball came over the p3ate and again Joe missed it. What ' s the matter? called a CentersviUe patriot. He ' s not as good as he seemed to be, shouted some one in the Carltown crowd. The game ' s ours. Joe clinched his teeth and gripped the bat. Only one more strike remained ; the time was now or never. The ball came. ' ' Bang ! ' ' Joe knocked the ball fully out of sight. It was a whole minute before the ball was returned to the diamond and then the score was seven to six in Centersville ' s favor. Joe Mullins, the new boy had beaten Carltown. The Centersville rooters cheered as they had never been known to cheer before when Ben Perry walked forward to the new boy and shook hands with him. Joe smiled a smile of victory and, looking Ben Perry full in the eye, said, We have equaled each other in playing, but Fate has placed the victory in my hands. ' ' ujum o ANNA SCHMIDT, ' 20 VER THE darkened landscape The calm bright stars shine down; Over the forest and mountain Re-echoes the nightingale ' s round; Out in the night ' s still darkness The wild things roam on their way; And the wood-njonphs gather wild-flowers While the night-hawk seeks his prey. Oh! the joy of the great wild nature Has east its spell over me, As I walk in God ' s great garden; And the cool wind from over the lea, As it comes from the land of the sunset. Is bringing His message to me.

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T DORISE NORBECK, ' 20 HE SUPPER is over, the hearth is swept, And in the wood fire ' s glow. The children cluster to hear a tale Of that time so long ago, When grandmother ' s hair was golden brown. And the warm blood came and went O ' er the fac e that was scarcely sweeter then Than now, in its rich content. The face is wrinkled and careworn now And the golden hair is gray. But the light that shone in the young girl ' s eye Has never gone away. And her needles catch the fire ' s bright g ' leam, As in and out they go. With the clicking music that grandma loves, As she shapes the stocking toe. And the waiting children love it too, For they know the stocking song Brings many a tale to grandma ' s mind Which they shall hear ere long ; But it brings no tale of olden times To grandma ' s heart tonight, Only a sermon quaint and short. That is sung by needles bright. Life is a stocking, grandma says, And your ' s is just begun, But I am knitting the toe of mine And my work is almost done ; With merry hearts we begin to knit, And the ribbing is almost play. Some are gay colors, and some are white, And some are ashen gray.