Lawrence High School - Lawrencian Yearbook (Cedarhurst, NY)

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30 THE LAWREN CIAN TWO MOMENTS. The night before the ground was bare A sharp tang pierced the sultry air The moon was hid by a starless sky From afar I heard the lone-wolf cry. The next day all the earth was white The snow lay pure and cold and bright The sun was a dazzling golden string I heard the clear toned church bells ring. H. F. YOUTH. Happy youth, blithe and free, Filled with life and gaiety; Always stay that blissful way, Never doubtful, ever gay. Thus your days will be replete With your thoughts and wishes sweet. Sweet because they have you thrilled And your aim in life fulfilled. JOAN HOEXTER. SEASHELLS. Seasliells, dainty, fragile. Down beneath dark waters. Transparent and elusive; Neptune gave them to his daughters For playthings. Bubbles for the mermaids. Cherished deeply are they, Tangled in the sea-weed, Used by nymphs, wild and gay. For playthings. EDYTHE STRAUSS. EXPRESSION. Artists paint their feelings In colors, bright and gay. They seem to tell the looker What the artists want to say. I’ve looked all through the galleries. But never could I find The expression, that I’ve wanted For the picture in my mind. DOROTHY STERNGOLD.

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THE LAWRENCIAN 29 L stands for Lawrence, you guessed that of course. A stands for Athletics, which we’re sure you'll endorse. W stands for Week-ends we can’t do without R stands for Regents, you’ve heard about. E stands for Effort that makes the world go N stands for News, the Lawrencian you know. C stands for C. C. MacDonald, educational Caesar E stands for Elinor, we hope this will please her. H. F. TO MY SON IN AUTUMN. Darling, don’t you love those trees? All that red and brown and gold? See the dried-up yellow leaves Are the ones that grew too old. Look son, what a splendid sky— White clouds on a sparkling blue! Here’s a white bird flying by,— Want to be a white bird too? Oh—want to be a golden leaf? So do I—you know they say That each night the fairies come To paint them—then they dance away. Let’s just sit and watch that bird. Duck your head it’s swooping near! Oh, you must be getting cold. Button up your collar dear. MARJORIE KOLMER.

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THE LAWREN CIAN 31 LEAVES. From my window I can see The silvery top of a white oak tree. Bending and swaying to and fro The branches twine and tangle so And the shimmering leaves in great distress Shrink from a blowsy winds caress. Chortling madly as it goes What it tells them, no one knows. But it leaves them so harassed Quivering gently when it's passed. H. F.