Waterloo High School - Rosebud Yearbook (Waterloo, IN)

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6 THE ROSEBUD THE OLD SCHOOLHOUSE (By Minnie Reid French To day I found a road that led To scenes of long ago, A road down which I often sped Ere heart and step were slow. It led me to the schoolhouse door— Unhinged by storm and rain; And on its threshold worn I stood. A truant lad, again. The wind in boist'rous mood had flung The creaking shutters wide; The sunbeams with the shadows gay Played hide-and-seek inside. The weeks and flowers about the door, In summer-time array, Peeped in to see why no one called The children back from play. I wondered, as 1 stood within The silence and the gloom. Where they had gone, the merry throng That once had filled the room. Where were the gifted and the good. The dunce, the ne’er-do-well? What fortune had the long years brought, What changes, who could tell? And she with whom 1 first began That story, all too brief Which ended, ere we were aware. When we had turned the leaf; I wondered if, within her grave. Were youth and love forgot; Of all that we had hoped and dreamed. Was there no fleeting thought? No hum of voices now was heard, No sound of stern reproof; The birds were flitting in and out Beneath the falling roof. They seemed to know that school was out And never more would “keep;” That boys and girls had wandered far— Jhe master was asleep. I turned away, and left the place, Softly, lest I should break The slumbers of those early years, Their saddest echoes wake. I left it to the birds and flowers. The shadows and the sun; And to its memories of those Whose lessons here are done.

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W. SCOTT FORNEY Superintendent

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THE ROSEBUD 7 CHARLEY (With apologies to Whittier) Charley Price on a September morn. Opened the school house old and worn. Beneath this weather worn edifice he worked Always on the job and duties did never shirk. He bawled out the boys for throwing chalk and things But his kindness to many, will in their memory cling. In athletics and all sports, he sure is some fan. And if you are in trouble he will help you if he can. lie is hard to corner, but we got him this year Tho he is up there, it is not very clear. His Advice to Grades. So live, that when thy summons come to join this old school house, which prepares you to take your place at the helm. Thou go. not like some of the II. S. fellows this year and pull up the tennis posts, approach the old monument like one who is not afraid, and walk up the old creaking stairs and into the room, re gardless of the cheers and jeers, and start to work with great zeal.