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

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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.

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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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A-at -THE SENTINEL - ccDaWgS9a What are dogs useful for? The cowboy will say they are to help in watching cows, the sheep- herders have the idea that they are for watching sheep, the fashionable women think dogs are to be used only as ornaments and held in their laps, the monks of Switzerland believe that these creatures should be used to find lost travelers, and last and most important, boys believe that dogs are made for friends. Thus, we see there are many uses for udawgsf' -CURTIS GAY1.o1m. Laugh Laugh, and the world laughs with you. Weep, and you weep alone. Will Rogers gets a good laugh while on an airplane, carrying him across the arid wastes of the Holy Land. At the next stop, he rushes to a telegraph station. The laugh is sent by wire to Rome, where they laugh. Then it goes to Paris, and the Parisians laugh. From Paris to London and from London to New York via the Atlantic cable goes the laugh parade. Through our daily newpapers we all get a good laugh. lf Hoover has some trouble and cries, maybe not outwardly, but if he does cry, we just sigh and blame it on the depression, and go on laughing with Will, no matter how far away he chances to be. -EDWARD CULvEu. Lamentations of An English Student Dedicated to Miss Nina Draxten In English class I always find, No matter how I stand, That my opinions are all wrong! They're not the teacher's brand. It's always, Too facetious, Bruce Such aimless reparteelv I must not challenge her beliefs, I dare not disagree. Though I abhor this English four, l study it with zestg But Draxten is impossible, She ridicules my best. -Bruce Bye. My Verse The kids say I am rotten And teacher says I'm worse It's not for lowsy critics I write my lilting verse. For I ani not discouraged At slurs the critics pass, Who cares about the critics? I'm writing for the mass. If not a single living soul Will view with veneration The stuff I write, I'll write it for A future generation! -Vida Whitaker.