Wheaton Warrenville South High School - Timberline Yearbook (Wheaton, IL)

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WWWIlllllllllwllilllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIlllllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIllllllllIIWNWIIIlIlllHWIUMIIHI MlWMHHlllHIllUlIHIlHIlllHHIHIIllllllllllllllllllllllllllllIIIIIIllllIIIIIlllllllllllllllllllllllllllilllullllllllllllllllIIllIIIMIIllllllllllllllllllilIllIIWIlIllWlIHIIIlIlllMIlNMMII Mniteh States Qt war When peace was supreme in our nation, Tho Europe was ravaged with war, When we read of its great devastation And of things we thru nature abhor, VVe instantly said without thinking, The blight of this struggle shall be VV ide spread o'er the nations of Europe And not o'er the land-of the free. But time with her changes and progress To us showed the issue at stake, And we read on the pages of history That our grandsires had died for its sake. But treachery's hand was far reaching And traitors were found in our land, So we deemed it was best to stop preaching And for this great right take a stand. Today in the camps of our countryg Far off in the trenches of France, Our brothers are learning to battle And skillfully handle the lance. We, too, if the need be found urgent, Will fight for our rights to the last But we pray that the pending near future NVill find this a deed of the past. Read Rogers. H l H amp Qllriticisers VVhen I consider how my days are spent In idleness ere half my work is done, I wonder what my life doth represent To those who pass me by in life's short run. To some-to you-'tis shiftlessness, no less 3 'Tis nothing, then ,to those who do not care 5 And others do not see my idleness Alone but seek my other faults to bare. Alas! 'Tis done! How can I cure what is? The Fates have so decreed my life shall be. I am not master of my life as 'tis But, rather, slave to all my notions free. I do not choose the course in preference, The Fates have spoke so what's the difference. Charles Warner LE: 45 My iii , 5?-293.5 ' 'r