Oregon High School 1985 Yearbook (Oregon, WI) - Full Access

P. T.O. A Satirical Poem on the Opinion of a P.T.O. Member let them keep RP? Oh horrors! This cannot stay behind closed doors l We must get on this right away. This is exigent - don 't delayl I can't believe this came about An obviously mistaken route That gives students the right to leave Their study halls as on reprieve. - They say they use the time up well Alleging innocence they tell About pragmatic things they do Assuming that we won't see through Their oh-so-cunning plan, but oh. We know that what they say's not so. The students leave a study hall And then prepare to have a ball - Interminable ardor fills Each student's heart and soul until The school makes them capitulate - Belabors them and formulates Some penalty to make them pay For all the hell they've caused that day. Of course. I don't mean to abase The students' quite facetious case. I only seek to oversee And to propound assiduously That this pass which is called RP Be nullified immediately. I don 't wish to harangue you all Instead. in caustic rhyme I call You all to take up by my side With me as your unyielding guide To never stop until we see The abolition of RP. The Wind The wind it comes a playing Whispering secrets to me Of present and future And the way things used to be. It speaks to me of fortune It speaks to me of fame It tells me of a secret love But never reveals his name I listen ever so carefully For it to tell me more But the wind it never tells me What I am listening for . -Anonymous ; tv n S 9/-LL (VI rvn _::1 .~-o +1 ) p 0 e t r y p a g e A Thought It comes from deep within your soul Why? No one wants to be there No one else knows the price or toll Why do people not care? We, the people who they think are in the midst of popularity are really in a mist of endless pink. Sometimes I wonder if people know who they honestly resemble? If the latter ever happens, 'tis the end l You see, no one else in this world lets you be yourself. If you are . . . God grant you love-- you are a rarity. Why do people cringe at the real you? Is it because they are too afraid of being their ownselves? God, please tell me why people have to hate the real us? Can't they just take us in their arms and say. "Don't ever change"? No, people can't do that This would not be cool my, my, what a blessed fooll For I think you are a fool if you let people sway you For God's sake stand up for yourself. Just please, please, grant me one thing Don't ever try to be someone elsel Why, you ask am I telling this? Why did I ponder this thought? For as complex as it might seem It's fairly simple - I want to be understood I'll always let you be you Maybe you will let me be me Then someday I promise you We will walk together through the sea of tranquility. - ANONYMOUS Self I have to live with myself and so I want to be fit for myself to know I want to be able as days go by Always to look myself straight in the eye I don't want to stand with the setting sun And hate myself for the things I've done I want to go out with my head erect I want to be able to deserve all men's respect For here in the struggle for fame and self I want to be able to like myself I don't want to look at myself and know I'm a bluster, a bluff. an empty show I can never hide myself from me I see what others may never see I know what others may never know I never can fool myself and so Whatever happens I want to be self-respecting and conscience free. 117 ~ar~'O~