Wilmington High School - Wi Hi Yearbook (Wilmington, IL)

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THE OLD BRICK SCHOOL HOUSE Oh, the old brick school The three-story brick house ' That has served four generations So long and so well! Deserted and silent now It stands in the city square, And who is there to care? Or long for the loved sound Of the old school bell? lt, too, is' silent now. Ah! That old school bell! How thrilling a story it could tell Of all the boys and girls lts clear insistent ring Has summoned in bygone days To come and learn Wisdom's waysg And the tales it could relate Of many students, older grown Who from its portals have gone forth And won renown! No more will that old bell with clarion tone Call the school children on hurrying feet To classroom or to playg Or tell to townsfolk in office, shop or home Or in the busy street. The time of day. Deserted and unused, the old school stands Awaiting demolishment at ruthless hands: A magnificent new structure, modern and com- plete, Has made the older building obsolete! 'Tis sad, that chisel and hammer Should wreck those sacred walls So skillfully erected By builders of an earlier day. But time must take his toll, And sentiment a loser in the race With Progress, takes second place. Are there none to say a requiem Or drop a tear For the passing of the old brick school house Of yester year? No Longfellow or Holmes to write an ode Behtting this educational abode! Yet for those who knew its shelter In Youth's happy hours, it will be, Forever enshrined in fond Memory- Not just a building of brick and wood, But a symbol of all that was noble and good. And as the -beloved institution passes from view, The dear familiar landmark we remember so well, Let us pause to bid it a reverent adieu- ' The old brick school house whose fate we regret And whose kindly instruction we will never forget Old friend and protector, farewell. ' -ANNA Spook, CLASS or 1909