Windsor High School - Pow Wow Yearbook (Windsor, IL)

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--'hell Junior Class History As the last gleams of a serene autumnal dawn slowly dispelled the chilliness of the morning atmosphere, it also cast a soft mantle of golden sunshine upon an assemblage of apprehensive students. Eventually its cheery warmth per- meated the souls of these boys and girls, dispersing their fears and leaving them with a spirit of tranquillity with which to pursue their high school work. Such was the freshman class of W. C. H. S. in 1928-29. One term rolled by. Having acquitted themselves of their first year duties with honor, they were elevated to that position known as Sophomores. Again they proved themselves, a vital organism of this institution. Then by tedious but honest endeavor, they laboriously strove to attain that set mark of their ambitions -to become Seniors. Time passed, and the weeks of their Sophomore life diminished into days, and the days gave birth to a new school year. As the first faint rays of a September morn of the year 1930 slowly ensconced the landscape with its mellow glow, it also ushered in a new era for these students. Fifty-two boys and girls comprised that group Whose duty it was to make history for the Junior class. Taking ad- vantage of former acquaintanceship with the customs of the school, they grasped the earliest opportunity to choose their class advisors and officers. Miss Whit- field, Miss Rixmann and Mr. Taylor acted in their various capacities as advisors, and it must be stated that our collective success as Juniors is due to their guid- ance and aid, and they have earned our sincerest expressions of gratitude. For class officers We elected Russell Curry, president, Eugene Bauer, vice president, and Ruth Finley, secretary-treasurer. As the season advanced, such social functions as a play presented by the class under the supervision of Miss Whitfield, Weiner roasts, parties and a banquet for the Seniors occurred to relieve the monotony of incessant study. When the bas- ketball season opened, we were proud to boast of boys possessing such abilities as to be capable of attaining a position on the team. Not only do we rank highly in the field of athletics, but the class played an important part in the furnishing of material for the glee clubs, orchestras, and other phases of our educational activities. Now, as the eulogy nears completion and we allow ourselves a moment of retrospection, we feel justified in having expended such valiant efforts to make ourselves worthy of the esteem of our instructors. When we glance to the future and behold our long sought for goal within grasp, we are spurred on by an in- centive to even greater efforts and nobler ideals. EUGENE C. BAUER xl If

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' Pow Vow -as Farewell, Ye Warriors Cflpologies to Longfellowj Farewell, noble NVarriors! Farewell, tribe of '31, We have put you to the trial, To the proof have put your valor, By the mighty tests of Classroom, By the test of your achievements, We have found you great and noble. Fail not in the greater trials, Fail not in tl1e harder struggles. Forth into the world went they, Bade farewell to remaining warriors, Bade farewell to underclassmen, Spake persuading, spake in this wise. We are going, Oll ye tribesmen, On a long and arduous journey, Many moons and many winters Will have come, and will have vanished, Ere we finish our mighty tasks. But our teachers we leave behind us, Listen to their words of Wisdom, Listen to the truth they tell you, For the Great Master has sent them From the land of Light and Learning! And the evening sun descending Set the clouds on fire with redness, Burned the broad sky, like a prairie, Left upon the level water One long track and trail of splendor, Down whose stream as down a river, Onward, then tl1e mighty warriors Sailed into the land of promise, Sailed into the sea of life. M. E. GIBSON