St Croix Falls High School - Sentinel Yearbook (St Croix Falls, WI)

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like SENTINEL -- Our Teachers Our teachers are of varied type From cities far and near .lust stay here while I think a bit And of them you will hear. Miss Draxten from the greater twin Does come in her coupe She is a blonde, and as you know The gents like them that way. Miss Langemo, the line linquist A shark at Norsk is she From Kenyon came a while ago That with us she might he. George K. from Lawrence College comes He has a Chevrolet With football and with dames, it seems He has that 'certain' way. Miss Balgie from Kaukauna came A winsome lass, and fair Quite tall but lithely built is she With demi-blonde short hair. Miss Marin, songster for us all Does sing in the right key lt really is a treat to hear Her lilt a melody. About Ag.,' Rossow knows a lot For that does he teach us Since he is now a married man He need not search for peaches. Miss Bang, a profile hat does wear It is so very neat She has a smile for one and all Which surely can't be beat. Our science teacher is a 'brick' Yes, Hegre is his name At leading band he is quite grand l'm sure he'll come to fame. Miss Huber is well liked by all A derby does she wear She works from early morn till late And, she too, has short hair. Our Prof. is Mr. Sorensen For him we have respect He never varies his beliefs. Till with them he has reck'd. -Theoline T wiet.

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---THE SENTINEL-1-- Solitude The sun is slowly sinking in the westg And as I make my solitary way To my retreat, far from the haunts of men, I gaze upon the shapes of objects that The lingiring light casts forth in bold relief: The populars softly rustling in the breeze, The fallen leaves of silver, red, and brown, Below, the lake transform'd to shimnfring gold By slanting rays from the departing sun, And last, my place of rest upon a slope, Above a vast, wide sweep of rugged wilds Surrounded by the beauties of the woods. The world goes on unknown. I am content To lie and think and dream, alone with God. -Roland Nelson. --55-

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-----THE SENTINEL--- A Ballad of Moonshine The moon was soaring swiftly o'er A starry summer skyg And as he stood in pensive mood It caught his wandering eye. I would I were a staff' he cried Filled with poetic zeal, 'gThat I might wander free as light Wheneier I did so feel. He gazed for long with ardent eyes Until his poet's soul, Filled to derfiowing, needs must let Its burden vast unroll. So in this state of moonsickness He sought his lady fairg And to her ears his moonstruck soul The poet did lay hare. But, sad to say, she did not see What on his soul did pressg She thought that it was just a case Of poetis dizziness. And soon he waxed so fervent that, Though kill she did not dare, With deep disgust her heart was filled And so he got 'fthe air. He slowly made his homeward way Dejected, in disagraceg He looked up at the sky again- The moon had hid its face. 'AI would I were a star,', he sighed In thoughtless tone and sad, So that I might escape this world, I am no Galahad. Such is a poet's lot indeed He went to bed forlorn, 'LA sadder and a wiser man He rose the morrow mornf' -Roland Nelson.