Versailles High School - Portal Yearbook (Versailles, OH)

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PAGE TWENTY-EIGHT “Tonight I felt lonesome here And 1 thought you wouldn’t mind To talk with me for a little while Won’t you really be so kind?” “Oh! Mr. Moon,” I cried with joy “Will you tell me of the sights you see?” “With pleasure I’ll tell you all 1 can, “So friend now list’ to me.” “I see the birds within their nests, 1 hear their last good night, And o’er the sleepy friends of man I shed my silvery light” “The flowerets with their petals closed Nod gently to and fro And from each dainty little flower A fairy comes—I know.” “They join their hands in sprighly dance, They greet me with a shout, ‘Come brother, come let us rejoice, Our friend, the Moon, is out’.” “1 see the children in their beds And there my light doth keep A silent, gleaming, wistful watch O’er the dear ones while they sleep.” “Well,” said the Moon, “I now must go Night’s course is nearly run.” “Oh! can’t you stay,” 1 cried to him Too late, for he was gone. 1 sat upright. I rubbed my eyes. The sun in my window streamed “Where is the Moon?” I asked, and then I knew I had but dreamed. Junietta Brown, ’22.

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PAGE TWENTY-SEVEN My Ship of Dreams Out in the sparkling sunlight’s gleam There sailed a vessel fair, Safe in it's hold niv childhood dream Was stored with zealous care. Hilt in the sky a darkened cloud Came quickly o’er the sea, And in ils ever-thiek'ning shroud, The ship was lost to me. Out in (lie sparkling sunlight’s gleam Another vessel fair, Held in it’s hold my boyhood dreams, A precious jewel rare. .Many a da I scanned the Main And searched the wide, blue sea. Hut every day I looked iu vain— It came not back to me. Out in the sparkling sunlight’s gleam The ship “Reality” Holding secure my manhood dream, Slipped quietly to sea. Day after day I breathe a,prayer And hope it soon will lie That some glad day this ship will bear My dreams fulfilled to me. A crescent moon unsheathed in clouds Rode high in a field of blue, In a silvery sheen it bathed the earth Made dance the glistening dew. 1 gazed on it with admiring eyes, When lo! 1 saw it smile! It winked at me and I heard a voice Say, May I talk with voir-a .while?” • 1! -V'. Awe struck I could not answer. i Amuck my thoughts then ran But, with a confident smile, it said, “Fear not I’m just a man.” The man in the moon, I delighted thougl “And can you talk?” I said, “Oh yes, as 1 told you, I’m but a man. And he gravely shook his head. Carl TT. Koeker, Jr. A Talk With Moon J 1 V‘.:

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PAGE TWENTY-NINE “A Senior In the time-worn pages of Webster’s diction, What does a Senior” mean? In modern fables of school-day fiction Is a Senior's life a mere short dream? Not as I see it nor any of you; If you’re one of the class of twenty-two. Somewhat like this is a Senior defined I y many unknowing, peculiar minds. ‘•A wonderful self-made and grand personality, With a power of intelligence beyond rationality. A much over-developed self-elation, Which to others below them protrays no recitation.” Hut I’ll loll a different tale to you, From any of the class of twenty-two. A Senior’s lift may 1m but mere dreaming, I In t it's a hard-earned phantom. Yet a longed-for hope and a dreamed-of glory, Well worth the work and time in gaining. This was the.spirit in which we have won This wondrous class of twenty-one plus one. The tale of twenty-two’s class is over, Faded inlo past like many before. We've a great store of knowledge, a printed diploma, Now tell me what could a Senior class wish more. All inspiration we are leaving behind us, ours freely to use to help you through, And now we say, ‘'Farewell,” loved schoolmates The last of the class of twenty-two. Leo Cashman, ’22.