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

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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

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THE ZONIAN IUN E AFTERNOON It is a sunny afternoon in mid-Iune. The grass is green, all the flowers are in bloom, and gay little birds are caroling joyously in the warm summer sunshine. Classes are out, and across the campus stream the boys and girls, books under arms, minds occupied with the light pleasures of youth. Windows in the buildings are flung open, and through them come a stream of happy calls and shouts. Strolling slowly down a cross walk come a boy and girl, hand in hand. The boy is carrying his companion's books, and the two are engaged in desultory conversation. Their destination is nowhere in particular 5 they are out to enjoy the life and beauty of the early summer afternoon. Their happy mood is enhanced by occasional calls and greetings from classmates and acquaintances they pass from time to time. Soon the way leads down a long, shady street lined with venerable homes and residences set back behind green and spacious lawns. Across the way they see the wide expanse of the women's campus, the red stone dormitory buildings, and the low stone wall with its tiny lodge just at the gate. Now they reach a little park at the end of the street that overlooks the sparkling reaches of the lake. . This park is really a grove of pine trees, pines that rear their tapering lengths far into the blue sky where the wind blows a soft and whispering chorus through their lofty crests. The boy and girl throw themselves down upon the soft pine needles that carpet the ground, and gaze at the sky, in wordless communion with themselves and nature. - The afternoon wanes, and long blue shadows, cast by the swiftly westering sun, reach out along the sward. Far across the lake the lofty, serrated mountain peaks take on a purplish, unreal hue., The wind freshens and makes the pines swing to and fro. Twittering lonesomely off to one side, a bird can be heard calling to its mate in the thicket. Hand in hand, the two watch the sun sink across the western mountains. A round, blazing, red orb of fire, its lower edge touches the bluelpeak, seems to linger for a second, and then sinks rapidly from view. Already it is half obscured, the red disk flattens and spreads, just as if some giant hand had pulled it out sidewise. Suddenly it is gone. A last bright streamer of vapor flares out in farewell. They, too, turn homeward. They gaze from the dormitory steps at the poignant color still lingering in the west. Good-byewu Good-bye-until Septemberw--