Union City Community High School - Successus Yearbook (Union City, IN)

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POETRY SECTION The Senior English class completed a successful poetry unit during the last semester. Seven students entered groups of poems in the Scholastic poetry contest. The following selections are examples of some of the lighter forms of verse written in the class: DAWN Dim mist Evaporates To disclose a midnight blue That all too soon grows clear, and then— The dawn. —Jack Caron GOD’S SUNSET It’s a good plan He has, To take all the happenings of the day, And tie them into one big, bright thing, And put it in the sky where everyone can see it— And then just call it a sunset. —Marcelle Green GOLDEN HOUR Blazing in red, and orange, and gold, Spreading from inch to mile, Waving a glorious banner above, The sky is flooded by the sunset. The sky blends a pink glow to light Even the windows and the tallest tree; The world is shining with color Before darkness settles for the night. Wrapped in black, and black, and black, Spreading from inch to mile. Slowly coming and reaching afar, The sky is rain-splashed with stars. —Betty Best Darkness— It slowly comes. Peacefully it covers all; It takes small tots to slumber land For dreams. —Walter Hill Page Twenty NIGHT Drifting comes the darkness As flowers of the day die. The moon slowly begins to rise; With it comes stillness. Shadows, black and purple and blue, Stab each flower in the back. --James Tibdetts. The house Covered with moss, Stands as a great idol, Haunted always by memories Of the past. —Carmon Caplinger Fur coats, Big and chunky, Wobbling along the boulevard Rushing into bargain stores Shopping. —Virginia Evans MARCH 1, 1941 There once was a village called Parker It wasn’t much more than a marker But it had a team That left such a beam It made our bright city look darker. —Virginia Evans

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 SPRING JFEVER Howard Brant, a senior at Brookfield College Ed Burns, a chemistry student - Vic Lewis, an art student - Lou Herron, a journalism student Mrs. Spangler, the landlady ... Anne Purcell, Howard’s heart interest Vivian George, Vic’s heart interest Carmon Caplinger Eugene Caupp Robert Davis Joyce Fraze Margaret Myers Lavon Chilson Martha Jane Schricker Henry Purcell, Anne’s father, a rich manufacturer Phoebe Purcell, Anne’s mother -Maude Corey, Howard’s aunt from California Professor Virgil Bean, of the Zoology department Dr. Dixon, President of Brookfield College Understudies...................... Stage Manager..................... Jack Caron Vergene Evans Vera Davis Richard Frazier Richard Lollar Pauline Geyer, Hazel Brooks Donald Stebleton The Seniors frolicked through a day at college in their class play—“Spring Fever” by Glen Hughes. All the action took place in a rooming-house at Brookfield College. And I do mean action! They came and went so fast that it was almost impossible to keep up with them. What with getting Howard Brant through college, acquiring a new science building, discovering explosives, painting pictures, and many other things, it kept everyone in an uproar. Every Senior had a part in helping to make this play a splendid success. The high school orchestra and musical specialties from the Senior Class added to the enjoyment of the entertainment. The public received this play with unusual enthusiasm. The play was directed by Mabel E. Ward, class sponsor. Walter L. Shaw supervised the music. Page Nineteen

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POETRY (Continued) EVER CHANGING Trees, Completely clothed in dresses of sheening ice, Glisten fantastically in the sun. Drip, drip, Their brilliancy slowly disappears In forms of small drops. Melting, melting, The ice reverts itself to liquid water Which enters into the earth. Months, months Pass quickly, and where previously had been ice Green foliage and small blossoms are budding. Shade trees. —Leatrice Barr TO YOU—MY LETTER My dear One— I was glad to hear from you today, It’s been lonely since you’ve been away. I think about you quite often, dear; You don’t seem far away—but near. Your words today said little, yet so much, You seemed so close, close enough to touch. I’ll try not to miss you, but it will be hard, And next time please write more than just a postal card! —Norma Jean Kennon TREES IN WINTER Stark and bare against a grey, winter sky The trees point their bony fingers upward. Snow falls in puffy cushions of white All along the branches— A white tree with white fingers Reaching into a grey sky. —Norma Jean Kennon SCATTERBRAIN A whoop, a yell, a scream, a shout— “Hey, what’s all the noise about? The ball went in? Went in where? Oh, that basket over there! Yes, I know now—The game’s begun, And every team desires fame to be won. “O look! Over there is Mary Brown, See—that’s her jumping up and down. The one in red is Jerry South. Goodness gracious, what a big mouth! Right in front is Jenny Dee— Her best boy friend is number three. “Listen to the yells of that big section— Doesn’t this mirror have a good reflection? Oh, dear, but my nose is shiny— Isn’t number twenty-two tiny? And forty-four is so big! Sarah Jane is a little prig. “Oh, dear me, here come the subs, The Brown twins look like two little cubs. Why do you look so delighted? Why is everyone excited? Not the last quarter! Why, there’s the gun! Gee, guess what—we’ve won!” —Joyce Richey THANK YOU! Your good hospitality Means so very much to me— I cannot express my thanks For all of the frolics and pranks You accepted from our group When we marched in like a troop And possession of the house we took And dove into every nook And chased away your cook And made your whole house look Positively terrible! —Hazel Brooks Page Twenty-cme