Warrensburg Latham High School - Cardinal Yearbook (Warrensburg, IL)

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When by the morning's gray and cheerless light, With trembling knees and failing hearts, With weary looks, 0 piteous sight! A frightened class to English Lit. departs. They take their seats about a table bare, And then begins a struggle fierce and long With poets old, their hardships and their cares, And how it came about they wrote their songs. There’s Shakespeare, Dryden, Moore, and Green; About their lives before and after death, And Edmund Spenser with his Faerie Queen. 0 will it never end?—We gasp for breath. But all too soon the time will come, my friend When you’ll regret that Lit. class had an end. Ruth Senour ’24 W—itty ... A—ngelic . R—ough .. R—owdy .. E—nergetic N—uts S—low----- B—ashful . U—seful .. R—eserved G—racious . Martha Albert .. Craig Waller Mildred Dietrich Maude Dietrich .. Alfred Major ..........Latin I .... Lucile Lehn Kathryn Albert .. School Board .... The Juniors . Archie Spitzer H—appy.......................... Next Year’s Caesar Class I—die ........................................ None of us G—ood ......................................... All of us H—igh ....................................... Harry Baum S—erious .................................... The Seniors C—ruel ...................................... The Faculty H—andsome............................ Charles and Harold O—dd .......................................... Mr. Orr O—kward .......................................... Lefty L—ively ..................................... Elsie Lehn

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How beautiful the winter snow doth seem, How like an angel robed in purest white; When all its sparkling gems do brightly gleam Upon the earth by silvery moon at night. When stars shine white and cold against the dark And distant sky, while rough winds shriek and moan, And pile the snow in heaps and drifts and bars, And wails about the house with dismal groan. The sheep along a winding pathway trod Until anon, the fear of gathering storm When shepherds shivering guard their huddled flocks And wait with anxious hearts for sign of dawn. Oh, the teeming brightness of the day, To drive the treasured shades of night away. Donna H. Fickes ’24 It pays to think before you speak Then when you’re angered, do not squeak; When anger starts to take your will, You lose no friends by keeping still. If duty takes your leisure hours, It helps you climb to higher towers. Although to you life may seem short Don’t use your ablest hours for sport. Then when your working days are o’er Bright eyes come ’round you dancing, That love the head becoming hoar, As old age keeps advancing. Then pleasure comes from pride and thought Of virtuous battles you have fought. Omer Spitzer ’24

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JUNGLE BATTLES A tropical moon shone down upon the jungle, seething with life. Now and then a lion roared or a leopard screamed. Once the mighty roar of a gorilla filled the jungle, followed by silence for a few seconds. From his place in the crotch of a mighty tree, Tarko looked down into an open glade, through the middle of which ran a small stream that served as a drinking place for all animals. Tarko was a male chimpanzee living deep in the jungles of Africa. His life had always been a life of happiness, as far as any animal’s life can be a life of happiness. He had watched the natives tend their fields and had wondered why they spent their time uselessly. Once he had descended from a tree to investigate, but a warrior had hurled a spear at him and Tarko had felt himself obliged to kill the native. He wondered at the ease with which he died. After that, whenever Tarko met a native in the jungle, he killed him. It was great fun. But tonight Tarko felt lonesome. As he watched the different animals come down to drink he grew to hate them, for they nearly always came by twos; while he was always by himself. He had never noticed this feeling before. As he looked down he saw a lion and his mate creeping upon a herd of deer. Slowly the lion and his mate crept closer until, with a mighty roar, the lion leaped upon one of the deer and killed it. The rest fled in terror, and the lion and lioness commenced to feed upon their kill. Suddenly, out from the jungle stepped another lion. He gave a roar that had in it the hunger for a mate as well as for the meat. The lion eating the deer arose and stalked out in front of the deer. The other lion roared and charged straight at him. They met in the middle of the clearing. They tumbled about on the ground, growling and roaring until the ground was covered with blood and hair. At last the lion who had killed the deer, killed the other lion. He went back to his mate. She licked his wounds and face, but Tarko knew she would have done the same, had it been the other lion who had conquered. They dragged the deer back farther into the jungle where they could eat unmolested. Suddenly a figure swung down from a tree on the other side of the clearing. It was Nima, a young female chimpanzee. She walked toward the stream to get a drink. Another chimpanzee dropped from a tree and walked after her. As she bent to drink, he rubbed shoulders with her. With a roar of rage, Tarko dropped from the tree and charged across the clearing. The other ape turned, and seeintr Tarko charging at him, rushed to meet him. The two met in the middle of the clearing. Tarko’s fingers closed on the ape’s neck with all their mighty strength. His neck did not break as easily as a native’s, but nothing could last long between those mighty fingers. They tumbled about on the ground, a snarling, growling mass of blood and hair. Suddenly there came a snap like the breaking of a dead stick. The bull ape’s head rolled help-