Urbana High School - Rosemary Yearbook (Urbana, IL)

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 ®hc Htfscntani (Eight)

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(Llu' Ixoscmaru i FOREWORD The completion of the task entrusted to us by the Class of 1921 makes it possible for us to pre- sent this volume of the Rosemary. We wish to thank the Students and Faculty of Urbana High School and the Business Men of Urbana for their consistent support in the preparation of this book. —The cRpscmary Staff (Seven)

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(The jRnsintiaru MOONLIGHT It is night. Overhead, shimmering, streaming, Infinitely soft and flowing— The moon. The doors of that gothic mass of moonlight Open; brass trumpets sound a signal, Clear, majestic. From out the doors come men, In silks are they, dull red and Old spun gold—the garb of middle English times. Knights, fair winsome ladies, Rollicking friars and soldiers, with rough large hands, Mingle together—the Spirit of Poetry. Trumpets flare, the company, in awe, Stands back. With slow, uneven steps and head bowed down, There comes a man. Upon his face the look that shows Acquaintance with all this world, And even other distant worlds, Acquaintance with all the seas and yet, Another vast, great sea. The silent study on his deep brow fades, A smile, in laughing at the passing of it all, Gives him away—the Curiosity of Science. Within—the sound of clashing armies! The noise of a hundred sun-mills, While Cyrus stands beside and smiles; Belshazzar at his feast, the music Of the last wild dance— The swan-song of a beautiful, a vain Babylon; The footsteps of Napoleon, as he walks, With matchless grace the shores of silent Elba; The guns of Bellau Wood and the Songs of peasants as the poppies wave In some old Flemish field ; The tears of victory—the Military History Of Man. Again—silence. From out the door, in Orange and Black, Comes gracefully, the Spirit of the School. Youthful, sympathetic, With curious smile she looks on all And understands. The persons disappear. The spirit floats away, is gone Mysteriously. It is night, overhead— The moon. —Ellis W. Krieckhaus. a 59 £ 9 (Nine)