Waterloo West High School - Wahawk Yearbook (Waterloo, IA)

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'lDoc Miller Doc Miller on a hright spring day. Hied to a city near a distant hay From our fair town of XVaterloo ' V , ' - . , . . ' T, ' - f . 'lo prow his prowess g tmst not a few Contestants for laurels from all round- The strongest and tleetest that could he found. Hn his hared limbs there glowed a wealth tif sun hronzed sinew and rustic health. A more supple form or manly air You do not meet, you would declare. The judge walked slowly down the lane To the end of the dash ere the runners came. The pistol cracked and like a flash XYent twenty youths for the hundred dash. Like a pack of hares with hound on their Chase They flashed down the cinders in a lightning race. One out-classed youth, who'd fed on pie Blared a remark at Corn-Fed near hy, 'liout what he'd do in the coming race But it reddened not our hero's face. Spirits lowered and vague unrest And anxious longing filled each runner's breast ,Xs they glanced at Doc thru anxious eye- ,Xt his sturdy lirawn and sun-browned thigh. That vanquished youth sighed with inward pain And ate his heef his strength to maintain. XYhile Doc took a sip from the spring that Howed Thru the meadow across the road. Then coolly the monarch of the pace Stepped to the mark for the two-twenty race ,Xll nerves were tense, as were hrawn and brain, .Xs out on the air shrieked the gun again. Ulf like deer thru the hazel shade lfleeter they sped in that wild parade. my lfach strove in his heart and sighed. Ah Me That l the winner in this race might he. liach struggled and strained and vowed in his soul To pass the leader ere he reached the goal. Un they sped-e'en outdoing time ln that frantic chase and dashed o'er the line. Who won that day? Have you not guessed? 'Twas our stalwart son of the middle west. --BURT L. Momzow. A Waterloo Citizen VV Page riinflji'

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J. H. COUCH DON LAWVSON Couch Athletic Manager I flon't know Zlllfl l ask you why Some people say, this boy is shy Ur that one clever, this girl cute If they all come out and cheer and root And at every game, rlebate, and meet, Chances to help XYest High they seek It ClOllll seem to me it matters the most The pleasures they have in crowd and host Hut how much they help the clear old School Be he clever, stutlious, wise or fool. XV. C. KNooP VV Page ninety-two