Streator Township High School - Hardscrabble Yearbook (Streator, IL)

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U91 Seniors I OFFICERS President ............................ John Mohan Vice-President ....,... William Robertson Secretary .,....... Treasurer o...,. Advisers .,,.. ...,...........Carroll Payne ......Helen McGuire Miss Miller Mr. Edwards Senior History The school bell tolls the knell of commencement day, The senior class winds slowly down the stage, Mr. Edwards homeward p And leaves the rest to M Now fades the glittering lods his weary way, iss Miller's tutelage. record of the class, And all the names once brilliant, oblivion doth hold, Save where Bud Mohan's fame outlasts the mass Through drowsy murmurings of presidents of old. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled office The moping coach does t o his stooge complain That athletes such as Jonen, Miles and Davis, Great Bednar or Pile, he'll never have again, Beneath those rugged wal Where sigh new students ls, that teacher's frown, many woeful sighs, Howard Swift proved theorems, making figures clown, Young Martin cited Boyle with roguish eyes. The breezy call of perfume-breathing belles, Dean Nachtrieb dancing in with slip so dread, Coach Dale's deep clarion or the echoing knells No more shall rouse us from our comfy bed. EDWARDS MOHAN VAYNE ROBEICTSON MILLER McGUlHE For our stars no more the 'plauding gym will ring Where cheers for Dyas, Reeder rent the air, Our track men from afar did laurels bring- Swift, West or Preston, Vance, Palanos rare. Oft did the foe before our line-men yield, Schultz, Pepler, Green, and Captain Smith, in yoke, How jocund Dale did drive that team afield! How bowed all players 'neath their sturdy stroke! Full many a belle of coyest air serene- McGuire and Essington and Jopling fairy Still other flowers were wont to blush unseen And waste their sweetness on the desert air. Can we, in pride, deny to these a throne- M. Carpenter, gay Anthony, and Hill, Who by the long-drawn note and swelling tone Did move our hearts with rare Euterpean skill? Far from the madzding crowd, its cymbal, and brass, Superior students ne'er did chance to stray- Harcharik, Soulsby, Mackey, Stotler and Sass- All kept the noiseless tenor of their way. No farther seek our secrets to despoil, Search not our frailties, and no scorn bestow, I.-et not ambition mock our earnest toil. '36, stand by. Class of '37, hello! Vera Green