George E Westinghouse High School - Sketch Book Yearbook (Pittsburgh, PA)

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Ten POETRY THE TRAIN I love a train-I do, don't you? The little gardens Hashing by, VVith washing hanging out to dryg Small cabins near the swishing sea And children waving their hands at meg Green meadows with tall poplar trees And cornfields, stirring in the breeze! And as I journey on my way, I love to see brown stacks of hay And sturdy horses at the ploughs And lily ponds and grazing cows. When speeding swiftly through the night, I love to see the towns a-light- Each little glow a twinkling star, just as the lamps of heaven are. And when I sing for very glee, The whirring wheels keep time with me. I love a train-I do, don't you? Stanley Guyon D. P. S. The hardest work in this whole school Is on the D. P. S. When pupils pass without a tag, You have to sit and guess. If you ask them why they have no tags, They answer with a grin: I'm going to the office now, Gr else, I just came inf, VVhen two come by with just one tag You say to one or other, Pray, where may your excuse tag be ? Oh, we came out together ! Now what to do with folks like that Is more than I can guessg It taxes ingenuity To be on the D. P. S. Deborah Appleman

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men, his second, the genuineness of his product, and his third, his personal gain. Does the modern employer base his business plans on this standard of achieve- ment? All thinking and writing along democratic lines has not been done by Europeans, nor by Washington and the patriots who established our great republic. Today, we have great thinkers who write for current magazines. Do we read their articles or the love story on the next page? If all the young 1nen and women graduating from high school this June are to find themselves prosperous and happy at sixty we must deliberately study and plan for this accomplishment. We must think straight, organize our fellows. wisely select leaders, spread the do or die spirit, and work toward one goal. In this way we may be able to prevent a recurrence of conditions such as menace the happiness of the American people today and at the same time make it possible for us to fulfill our plans of life. MUSINGS Have you ever felt the thrill Of a long coast down a hill On a sled? Have you tried to catch the words Of the songs of joyous birds In the spring? Have you listened to the clock With its steady tick, tick, tock Through dark hours? Has your heart within you whirled Wlien you saw our Hag unfurled In the breeze? In these lines there's little wrought. This is just the idle thought Of a boy. Robert Kmpf. Nine

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MARCH Beneath the silence of her chambers low March works out sweeter things than many know. She sews the seams in the violets' hoods And paints the arbutus of the woods. What matter it the wild winds blow, Bearing their blankets of frost and snow! For all beginnings of the spring Under her breast lie fluttering. ' Marshall C oles. .TW-.- Q. IRENE I know that I have never seen A girl so lovely as Irene. She is all beauty glorified: Her cheeks red roses have outvied g Her lips, a ruby Cupid's bow, VVere made for love notes, soft and low. And yet I must their bliss decline Lest they trace a Cupid's bow on mine. y Wilford Stein. lml. or LAMENT Today the seniors hold a danceg It's plain to see this at a glance: The boys have on their best arrayg The girls have set each curl to stay. To beat the time with sax and drum, They're all supplied with chewing gum, ' I 1 I try to hide my blue despair., For in their joy I may not share. This morn I broke the tardy rule And now must stayin after school u . And on my dire sin meditate. Why, oh, why, did I come late! Arlene McC'loy .Tmi OUR TIN LIZZIE Our old tin Lizzie is covered with rustg The fenders have permanent waves 3 The wind rattles its doors with every gusty Its engine sputters and raves. Time was when our old tin Lizzie was new, And one door bore the family sealg But that was the time before Dad said adieu To his cash in a stock market deal. Kathry n M aM aster. Eleven