Western State High School - Highlander Yearbook (Kalamazoo, MI)

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snapshots the placid night is calm as starry flakes sift softly down. the buildings loom up large and black. the hill is looking silently beyond the city's lights. lights are low and soft. the snow muffles sight and sound. the air is moist and gray and warm and clings softly to the skin. the people as they pass seem as dreams in buried worlds. the trees stand stiff while a deadened breeze stirs through the cracked brown leaves. another day, an eddying gust to move the whithered wrinkled leaves, picks them up as if they were the soul of lost friendship, and turns the tops of trees - apart - together H with a rhythmic beat and sway. flake on flake to deep white drifts with delicate blue shadows traced in quaint and glorious design, snow-cold and startling to the touch, betraying to the minds desire. the sweeping clouds of space and life, to tempt the fantasy of mind, shine o'er the grecian lines of buildings like a ruby jewel against a woman's turquoise gown. a mutter passes through the room like Waves of sound that flow in squeaks of wobbly desks, paper rustle, and turn of leaf in book. the students sit and stare at greeks in liquid motion, designed by some past master. a great gay throng together sit in room both huge and warm, silent or noisy as shifts the mood. warm sunlight falls on aching arms, clean duck, and bright white sweaters, and the warm gold light of spring falls o'er the whole. barbara snow. 0100

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candidly-the faculty another trying debater makes mr. becker bite his iingernails. you're not talking about the honest house again, mr. hull? mathematical mr. butler: and that reminds me. mr. Weavers simple, isn't it? betuddles a student. mr. bartoo thumbs over some popositions . mrs. cora walker smith bestows her charming smile on student. Hverstehen sie das, trau steckelberg? weren't you listening? queries miss walker, oi an english student. tiger rag coming up, mr. amos? lol history teacher, highlander advisor-otto yntema and now what, sally? asks physic's marburger. how was that underwater approach, miss merson? german's nietzki: now it's like this in greek or hebrew. mr. boynton reaches to shed more light on chemistry. miss watson purses her lips at a slow response from her economics class. english teacher, mrs. bouck: now let me see. all you need, is napoleon's cocked hat, miss windsor. miss worner's crystal laughter. hazel paden abstractly judges an object d' art. our little boy smiles shyly. is it a new joke, coach frank stanley noble? miss moore and her boon to brides. dr. bryan: are we out ot pink slips, miss harper? miss lord, in her usual clear manner, expounds a geometry proof. miss hoebeke oi caesar, Cicero, and virgil, gently chides: don't let it happen again. mrs. biscomb, about to tap her glasses: that's a good boy, russell. likeable, civics, history teacher, miss zanes smiles during a lively dis- cussion. wood mr. sherwood be thinking ot hunting? our diligent scientist, merrill wiseman. busy mrs. britton glances over the score. mr. householder wearily starts his lecture again on the value of literature. how's this? inquires dancer gardner, and hums here we go 'round the mulberry bush. Whatcha got, biologist hinds? kirby: hold the paper so. printer pullin locking up some type. ho, ho yourself, dorothy vestel. is it latin or honor day, miss kratt? berry of the geography department: this is a representative of the paleozoic era. says miss bottje, you hold the ball like dis and sock it like deese. mr. corbus, as every good farmer should do, studies government bulletins. 0 9,0

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