Balboa High School - Zonian Yearbook (Balboa, Canal Zone Panama)

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.. Our arms l intentions er self onto Post now, to know. you others nisl YVell, tty. allowance! Modelled by THE ZONIAN C ON TEN TMEN T A sandy shore- A sunny sky- A brisk but gentle breeze: I ask no moreg Content am I, Content with merely these. DESPAIR Irene Wachsberg By MARY MARGARET MC CORMACK Small boats adrift- Some face the west, And some, indifferent, face the east, Lonely souls, apart from all the rest. ' Have they, too, sought the ending of the misty bow, Never reaching, quite, the pot of gold? Have they, too, known the futile dreams l know? Their sails come tumbling from the sky-like mineg They wonder what the end will beg And of their memories they build--a shrine.

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, 1 i THE ZONIAN II F rid ay Afternoon Laughing and chattering, we clamber into the bus quickly this afternoon. 0ur arms + are burdened with books that will not be opened until Monday. Thus do good intentions bloom and fade. Oi, oi, oil Two whole dayslu rejoices Mary, tossing her books and her self onto a seat. Almost too good to be true. And say: we have two new boys on the Post nowf, Ellen reminds her friends. 1 Then let's have a party at my house tomorrow night, Dick suggests. . Okel We'll be down right after the Hrst show, Betty assents. Yes, there's a good picture on that I want to see, remembers Leah. ' r 1 I saw it in the States. It's keenln Tom tells us. Are you going to the horse-show in the morning, lVlary? Ellen wants to know. Of course I am. I'm in it! ll 5 I'd forgotten all about that. How about a nice spill for our benefit? Indeed notl You can take your own spillsln l , I suppose I ought to study this week-end, Harry breaks in. Some of you others ought to, too. L I , You would think of schoollu somebody bursts out. At a time like thisl Well, I, for one, don't intend to crack a book. Who's with me? A chorus of voices shatters the atmosphere. Let's start in properly, then, by celebrating at the post exlu suggests Betty. Hood is the first one out. Whoopeel he shouts. Here goes my allowancelu 1 1 . , . N l 1 1 fb Modellei by Lillian Wine l l Q , 1 52 , if I l

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THE ZONIAN MAGIC By JEAN KALAR The moon is a yellow marigold Blown from its stem and caught On a star-point. It drops its petals On the moody Wafef, On the drowsy earth, And on the top of my house. Mogigllpgf by William Grunt WH Y? By ALBERTA LE BRUN Why did you promise love to me And not that promise keep? VVhy did you swear my eyes were bright, Yet leave those eyes to weep? How could you say my face was fair, And yet that face forsake? How could you win my only heart, Yet leave that heart to break? XVhy did you say my lips were sweet, Then turn the pink quite pale? And why did I, a silly maid, Believe your flattering tale? and army oper carrl dest: sumi class resid expa with over the The and reacll on a Twitl blazi and spree brigf