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

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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.

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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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---THE SENTINEL---1 Supposing If souls to things could transmigrate l'd like to be a street car gate And every time a speeding fool Went tearing past against the rule lid tear away a light or door And teach him what the law is for. -VIDA WHITAKER. Round One Naught was there to proclaim that day Would be of great renowng The wind was soft, the sun aloft, And peace reigned all around. Then stole a shadow oier the earthg Came murmurs from afar, And louder grew the din of war The perfect day to mar. For war it was in earnest truth-- lt lasted all that day Both offense and defense well-planned, Oli, it was quite a fray. At length, their strength exhausted, they Decided on a truce, And to their camps withdrew at night, Lady Draxten and Sir Bruce. -Ariel LePage. On Combination Locks Among the things a student must endure The combination lock stands in the fore. A clever instrument devised, in truth, Expressedly to harry time-pressed youth. A feller just has time to beat the bell- He twirls the lock-it doesn't work. Oh well In frenzied haste he tries again. Aw, heck! Itis things like this that make a guy a wreck. Again he spins the cursed thing. Alas! There goes the bell! Again he's late for class. Small wonder then that few can stand the shock Of tussling with a combination lock. -Ariel LePage.